So he would sulk and drink and mope
and cross his arms and hope to die.
And then a fairy came one night to bring this sorry boy to life.
She pulled some strings, spun him about,
That boy sprang up and began to shout,
“My arms, my legs, my heart, my face, they are alive!"
And she would cry, “liar, liar!
What have I done? You’re no lover and I’m no fighter.”
The story goes on.
SOOC, but I might replace this with an edited version later, I just don't have time today. Replaced.
I'm doing a mini-series with this song. (Hopefully) Expect another picture tomorrow.
119/365. I cannot get ANY website to show this large, so view it large through Flickr up there ^^^