My milk grew legs and ran away,
He jumped straight up, and scampered off my tray.
Why he left, he wouldn’t say.
But I guess I won’t have milk today.
By Evan James Griffin
My milk grew legs and ran away,
He jumped straight up, and scampered off my tray.
Why he left, he wouldn’t say.
But I guess I won’t have milk today.
By Evan James Griffin