John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
John Lennon
He is putting it lithely when he says
Quobble in the Grass,
Strab he down the soddieflays
Amo amat amass;
Amonk amink a minibus,
Amarmylaidie Moon,
Amikky mendip multiplus
Amighty midgey spoon.
And so I traddled onward
Careing not a care
Onward, Onward, Onward.
Onward, my friends to victory and glory for the thirtyninth.