Density’s Destiny

Plink.

Plink.

Plink.

(skritch)

‘Tis the season of mass-conflagration.

A downpour of mis-education,

And you thought it was raining, silly.

The lemon, they say, is not sour

If you touch it just the right way.

Shall I chortle & run

Willy nilly?

Now there is an idea.

(skritch)

Hey, this sure is shiny.  I should get one.