Poppa I know. There's a frog on my toe. Maybe I'll call him Jethro. Maybe I'll grow up to be. As wise and as good as he. And maybe I'll come back. After you're long gone.
Father Lucifer you never looked so sane. You always did prefer the drizzle to the rain. Tell me you're still in love with that milkmaid. How's the Lizzies? How's your Jesus Christ been hanging?.