When eye am Home.
We will have our picnic.
When eye am home.
The basket will bee filled: with Jelapeonoes;
some fruit, and turkey dogs, and chicken breasts,
for my loot-filled happiness.
The sun has hidden itself behind the clouds,
and no animals play near.
I concentrate on only loving ewe, my dear.
The places that we visit,
and these things that we will dew,
are better hidden from the view of anyone about.
We will have our picnic, when eye am home.
Our love will not come out.
We will have our picnic.
We will join this to this, and kiss to kiss.
And picnic to the bone.
When eye am home.
We will have our fun.
