PPG2009

Isabela Madrigal: I wonder, I wonder, I wonder why each little bird has a someone To sing to, sweet things to, A gay little love melody I wonder, I wonder, I wonder if my heart keeps singing, Will my song go winging To someone, who'll find me And bring back a love song to me.

Steele: Mmmmh... Unhh... Look at that Flesh Pink and plump. Hello, little girl... Tender and fresh, Not one lump. Hello, little girl... This one's especially lush, Delicious... Hello, little girl, What's your rush? You're missing all the flowers. The sun won't set for hours, Take your time. Gwen: Mother said "Straight ahead," Not to delay Or be misled. Steele: But slow, little girl, Hark! and hush- The birds are singing sweetly. You'll miss the birds completely, You're travelling so fleetly. Grandmother first, Then miss plump... What a delectable couple. Utter perfection: One brittle, one supple-- One moment, my dear-- Gwen: Mother said "Come what may, Follow the path And never stray." Steele: Just so, little girl-- Any path. So many worth exploring. Just one wouldn't be so boring. And look what you're ignoring... Think of those crisp, Aging bones Then something fresh on the palate. Think of that scrumptious carnality Twice in one day... There's no possible way To describe what