What! Fly's by

• Tis tis a flick and a twist

of a gentlemen wisck or a tip of a
longtime longer hat there there old chap
 always got loads of
heavy lumber to scrap gibberish. Hey little Jay bird
fluttered always fly by streams not once did she stop to take a look and see she's 
the one that needs a drink working every flap of her wings not realizing it's winter 
forgot to stock food bear what you treasure. fools do. she shells by the sea shore. A wisk a twist and a tip of a old man's longtime longer hat mounds of gibberish at that. 
What fly's by, lumber of lies. Damn the damn let be drenched in thought a bear necessity hibernate the draught. Rumble still skin how you get gold with no straw same old tune a violen no strains lie to tell lies upon lies vision telescoped yet see no wrong,how?.No lens. How long ,how long little Jay bird dong father clock struck winter must come.