I’m sure it happens to everyone sometimes. I woke up in the morning, and the song stuck to me. I walk and moo. I don’t remember the words, nor the motive, but it’s spinning and teasing on my tongue …
-Sash, do you remember, such a song was… Well… uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!
— What are you, a cat?
So how is it to sing in the morning with such a husband ?! After half a day of strained reflections, it itself came to mind. Both the motive and the song.
“If I scratch my head —
It doesn’t matter!
In the head of my sawdust,
Yes, yes, yes.
But although there are sawdust,
But chants and yells,
I compose well and-legs-yes!
Just let’s not hee hee. In general, there is no time to explain, let’s sing songs!
And let some one also get attached)) I’m not the only one to mumble all sorts of grumbles under my breath?)))