 They told me Peter Piper, pick a pickle pepper. I just hope that when he pick the pepper, pick it better. Cause the fact he pick the littlest for you, that the wetter. He iced up, pick the vessel, now the pepper need the sweater. When she sell seashells by the seashore, they meant to say my seashell and want to be more. I'ma let my sea season leaves fall in season. There's trees and seas, no grass.