Toora Loora Toora Loo Rye Aye!

When you hear the bagpipes hum,

Stop chewing on that gum,

You’re meant to dance with the uke,

Like the king, the knight and the duke.

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Don’t sip no more from that drink,

The dance is oozing, on the brink!


Come on, Eileen! 🙂


Exchange of Sparkles.

In a bunch of blurred people, you exclusively shine.

The breeze is running fast, music irrevocably fine.

In this moment, when I stare at you through dark,

The sparkles on your face bring sparkles on mine!