I was yearning at the city limits, It was my turn to no longer be winless, with my serving gimmicks, I was concerning with the log being on my sit list, and along with the herding came Mercychippus My nerves on the full ride were sinless, On the fall’s curbside he was their to think with bliss Five years later I still remember the giraffe’s ancestor Divers was the date with that sir, he had a will to be tender and merge with my last brand’s treasure Thriving was the mate with