THE BASIC PRINCIPLES OF BEST SONGS OF ALL TIME

A lady was going for walks on a midsummer’s day/The birds they were being whistling so merrily and gay/Along arrived a white steed, the finest array/And it carried a young person, these words and phrases he did say/”Appear live by the great moon/That guidelines the robust tide/Climb up on my horse, love/And be my sweet brideThis pop-rock anthem