Posterity will see my bratty-ness and praise the lord.
Praise the lord that they weren’t like me.
Praise the Lord that Reepicheep did not visit them
Only to find that the entire apartment
Was empty of life
Except for the three guinea pigs
Who will now go to China.
Reepicheep knows what is going on.
He has seen it in his adventures
Out at sea
And maybe at a city,
Or maybe just at ports.
You can eat the cheese grits now
Or you can order a meal of scallops.
I’ll take the Mexican Corn
For five thousand.
