Cruel Child
I saw a cruel child, But very polite, Who spoke with flies, And he asked, “May I pull your wings off?” Then, he laughed. He laughed. He laughed Because he knew Silence is consent.
I saw a cruel child, But very polite, Who spoke with flies, And he asked, “May I pull your wings off?” Then, he laughed. He laughed. He laughed Because he knew Silence is consent.