“If only, if only,” the woodpecker sighs,
“The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies.”
While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely,
crying to the moo-oo-oon,
“If only, If only.”
— Louis Sachar —
Our sexy self-made man.
Maybe I should have used my helicopter instead.
…unless you have organic milk to go with them.
“Gretchen, stop trying to make ‘a lottle’ happen!”