Hello Roger Walkie
Roger Walkie loves him no see. Roger's longing to plea. To put it plainly and madly: Roger walks across the wave ridden sea. But Roger Walkie talks about acronyms and random clouds found under his bed and misty shores. Underhanded manned crying gulls are flying in jazzy trios above his head. Now, Roger, rest assured because all is well in the kingdom of your most conceivable inconvenience. A thousand and two miles from the shore. You will be upping the ante until it's gone. But it will last, Roger Walkie. It will not break even in extreme constraints. Roger loves him no see. Putting the brakes on, he's free. Roger walks now across the wave ridden sea. Hello Roger Walkie, long time no see.