Go out and tie the dog loose. Outen the lights. It’s gonna make down wet looks like. Kissing don’t last, cooking do. Quit yer rutching, and eat your red beet eggs. The shoo-fly is all, but there is cake yet. No Sunday sales. Take buggy out wuntz while spritzing, eight-car pileup.
Mama’s potpie sure eats good. No Sunday sales. Make wet? Maybe. Elam, throw Grampop down the stairs, his hat. Outen the lights. Take buggy out wuntz while spritzing, eight-car pileup. Ve get too soon old und too late schmart. Tie bonnet avert eyes walk plow field.
Rumspringa weekends smoke cigarettes and watch TV. No Sunday sales. Tie bonnet avert eyes walk plow field. Take buggy out wuntz while spritzing, eight-car pileup. Fill kettle carve rocking chair. Eat yourself full with dippy ecks, yah well, there’s cake back yet. Throw the horse over the fence some hay. Make wet? Maybe.