THE BEST SONGS OF ALL TIME DIARIES

A lady was strolling on the midsummer’s day/The birds they were whistling so merrily and gay/Alongside came a white steed, the best array/And it carried a youthful gentleman, these terms he did say/”Come Dwell by the great moon/That rules the sturdy tide/Climb up on my horse, really like/And be my sweet brideMy intention with this particular jo