Flowered and scented, my grave-
Soak it in a butter lump inside your throat and be brave.
Talk random and loose to my bones-
They'll find your culprit and give him a run for his soul.
You think I think I'm smart-
Don't get me wrong, I've frequently overplayed my part.
Allow diffusion in the soup-
Be a fish in my dish, while our jingle plays in a loop.
2 comments:
I am the fish in your dish. :)
oo baba, prochur khabar supply korte hobe, petuk fish to! :P
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