Sing like this. (In a slow dirgeful manner) Or hum if you must.
Nobody, knows the troubles I see...
Continue dirging, you know the rest of the words, forgetting not the chorus.
Mrs. T has been presented a fait accomplis, in the form of an early Christmas present announcement. My bride is soon to become the mother of...
I'm unsure of its species. Ferret, weasel? The mind rebels. Mrs. T suggests it's a dog, but that seems unlikely.
Whatever, her name is Charlie, like that yucky cologne. Chuck to you and me. She's upwards of 5 weeks old and soon to leave her mother and sibs, to be watched over by Mindy, until Mindy brings her home for the holidays.
I'm told I'll be allowed to take her out if its dark, cold or inclement, that is until Mrs. T housebreaks her. If the Farmers Almanac is correct I'll not be posting much this winter, as I'll be out of doors.
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