Bird Bread

Serenade a song bird then. Go on. It's great. Sit in trees or on rocks. Very pleasurable it is. Thank not a tank. Think not a tripod angling in with money. It is never wise to eradicate pollen. And pole axing at discotheques should only occur when the moon is oval and the room is triangular. Format stained is neither a gospel nor a weed. And harmonising with leopard printed heeled shoes displays nonchalance towards your fellow human. So we must all now rise and tango with ten suns, a planetarium and a biscuit tin. Biscuits can be quite good company. Full of character. And baked with breath. Breathing breeding buying bought beaded benign baked breads. And now that fish over there chuckling reading a newspaper. Nothing no one noted noticed needed numbers. And a 8000 foot goat is trotting around to many tunes. Great. Fantastic. Derive not a pea from a geometry set or a musical score. One nil two nil three nil now eat. Good. Xxxxx humanitarian harpsichords. Xxxxx quintessential Z