 It may be of a night, before I dimmed my night, I started reading history, I came upon a mystery, about a fountain rare, no one was ever there, a place where you could get that use. I looked for it most everywhere, I fell asleep and dreamed that I was there, I didn't do babies, old gins with gins, started to drink, they got gay, they cut up when they started to drink, there's the fountain of you, there's the fountain of you. You ought to see what I, babies rattle, cut his face to thy breeze, were really what they seemed, say I would climb a mountain and get back to that fountain, because a fellow there with lots of golden hair was rolling great in the wide, and me, the fountain of you, was kidding. Dive right in, and came out so pretty, it's more than taken to me, six million people, why did you pick up, why you're as exciting as that of, see I'll bet you go broke by the method, why you're busy spinning, and from doctor spinning, up on people like you, five, seven, eight, six, six million people, why did you pick up, you say it's ice water, I say it, for you can stay under so long, I thought that I had a regular guide, but I'm wrong if you pick up please, why you sit for ten hours, and your father's much I'd much rather have, can't rotate, I wish, but if they call you gay, kiddo, I prefer this, why did you sit down in a city of six million people, that fellow had to find four little, he advised me, you can sit on top then, I just assumed me out in the trenches, and he takes me out walking, yes, and he keeps on walking, when some have a race time, he gets away with the nerve that he's got, and for you, for men like you.