|hello rhubarb, my old friend|
|i’ve come to chop you up again|
|and then i’ll cook you up with frozen fruits! and berries that work in cahoots!|
|to feed a band of hungry boys. they make some noise. and eat the fruit…of rhubarb.|
i am totally not kidding. this is what i think about. sometimes at least. if you can’t figgure out the tune i shouldn’t have let you into my head.