'Aroint thee, witch' the rump-fed ronyon cries. Her husbands to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger. But in a sieve, I'll thither sail, And, like a rat without a tail, I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do
In house demon problem here?
something off for sure. Maybe cocaine
Everywhere I go
the people they all know
I am just a PEDO-OOO-VORE