I woke before the family yesterday And snuck out to the kitchen for to make The coffee ‘fore the family was awake But th’rooms I trod were filled with mist of gray. ~ A fi-re, thought I, let us find the source, But why’d th’ alarms not beep us all to life?
Well, This Is A Fine Mist
Well, This Is A Fine Mist
Well, This Is A Fine Mist
I woke before the family yesterday And snuck out to the kitchen for to make The coffee ‘fore the family was awake But th’rooms I trod were filled with mist of gray. ~ A fi-re, thought I, let us find the source, But why’d th’ alarms not beep us all to life?