Light the way, o’ candle flay…
Light the way, o’ candle flay, burn the barn, use the hay. Keep me safe, out in the corn, where beans had bain, one year agorn. Now TO the dance, with hair a’shined, shoes a’ bitched…that poo’s NOT mine. Pick the cap, ‘can hold the most, overfill with tards and roast. Light the way, o’ candle flay, to the sea, south poopity bay. Light the way, o’ candle flay, win the day, bring ass and ox to thee.
[This is my fairwell post, my final post]
