There were lots of goldfish outside.
When you watch them, probably because they’re used to being fed,
these bundles of desire come rushing in with a “whoosh~” and the sight of them is pure summer.
As we left the garden and walked along, we heard this sound: “hmm~~hmm” “hmm~~hmm” what was that?
Out back some old guy on a police motorcycle was practicing. What a tough job.
This is where all the successful people in the world float their boats around,
and all day long it’s “wow~” “yay~” “wheee~” and such.
Heh.
