In the immortal words of Mr. Burt Bacharach
It creeps and leaps
and glides and slides
across the floor
right through the door
and all around the wall
a splotch a blotch
In the immortal words of Mr. Burt Bacharach
It creeps and leaps
and glides and slides
across the floor
right through the door
and all around the wall
a splotch a blotch