Granny Niblo

Here is the deal,
You must find guesses in this room.
Cut around the block,
Shake in the boots we stocked.
I'll turn your onset to off.

With patience and much practice
Of keeping all this clean.
Wipe the floor with rust,
Abigail's lost touch
And makes for scattered debris.

For nine years and square stars,
Tonight we have it all made.
For nine months let's make much,
Tonight we have it all made,
Tonight we have it all made.

All the bells were out of unison,
I knew not why the latitude carried on,
And all of our signs were made to pray to synagogues.
I was built on binds of paperback,
I knew not if the stories were told or taught,
And all of our knees were carved in sand from Leningrad.

"On," said the rod
and reel and not a drop to drink,
But we say as we do
and I'll do as I've said,
Until my tongue parts the sea.

"On," said that self-defensed
Texture of the reed,
And it climbs
And it sings
&&&.

For nine years and square stars,
Tonight we have it all made.
For nine months let's make much,
Tonight we have it all made,
Tonight we have it all made.

All the bells were out of unison,
I knew not why the latitude carried on,
And all of our signs were made to pray to synagogues.
I was built on binds of paperback,
I knew not if the stories were told or taught...

All the bells were out of unison,
I knew not why the latitude carried on,
And all of our signs were made to pray to synagogues.
I was built on binds of paperback,
I knew not if the stories were told or taught,
And all of our knees were carved in sand from Leningrad.