too bad the burial was premature

she commented on the word too bad the burial was premature

"Hello, Mr. Zebra, can I have your sweater?

'Cause it's cold, cold, cold

In my hole, hole, hole

Ratatouille Strychnine, sometimes she's a friend of mine

With a gigantic whirlpool that will blow your mind

Hello, Mr. Zebra

Ran into some confusion with a Mrs. Crocodile

Furry mussels marching on; she thinks she's Kaiser Wilhelm

Or a civilised syllabub, to blow your mind

Figure it out; she's a good-time fella

She got a little fund to fight for Moneypenny's rights

Figure it out; she's a good-time fella

'Too bad the burial was premature,' she said,

And smilied"

July 15, 2008