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come on, this way . . . .
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this page is top secret!!!
sh!! don't tell anyone!
. . . for if you do tell any one soul,
whether country fox or county town mole,
the goblins will come
sad little goblins,
sad, sad little goblins
they'll come and eat your chickens
how happy then will goblins will be
they'll sing with wicked sad little glee
how terrible of them
to put a hen into a stew
and eat it up
. . . but then again, someone must!
So enter at your
own risque
. . . Like swimming in a lobster bisque
(turn back now, if you so wish)
the moon is bright and blue,
but only half, if that be true . . . one half be the man in the moon, the
other half - the moon in you
I'm glad you've come this far, but you really shouldn't go any further . . .
really, I think you might stop here.
or, maybe, here
oh yes, this place, right here. it's
a very nice place to
stop. no need to go any further down.
well, I suppose you might go this way . . . but please come back
soon.
and don't go any further down on this page!
now what did I just say?
you're not listening?
do you want to have fun? you really shouldn't go any further down.
o my, I don't think you understand.
you see, this way is very,
very,
very,
very,
very,
very,
very,
very,
-i'm not kidding!!-
very,
very,
very
boring.