Hey, hey, hey ,hey Ohhh... Won't you come see about me? I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby Tell me your troubles and doubts Giving me everything inside and out and Love's...
(DADDY BLOWS HORN OFF KEY AGAIN) NOT NOW DADDY. IT'S TOO LATE FOR REVEILLE. WHERE'S FATHER? I THOUGHT HE WAS WITH YOU. ACTION. OVER THE NEXT FEW WEEKS INSPECTORS WILL SURVRTISE HERSELF...
Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm by Kate Douglas Wiggin TO MY MOTHER Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and...