Blue jay screams in the almost wilderness—
she Wants she Wants she Wants.
Nothing but flames will grow in this wind.
Back and forth the blind mice scuttle.
Their nation crumbles and thrives.
Blue jay screams in the almost wilderness—
she Wants she Wants she Wants.
Nothing but flames will grow in this wind.
Back and forth the blind mice scuttle.
Their nation crumbles and thrives.