Choo choo! Bee boo bee boo..
Somebody stop it before the rail runs out. And all the way into the deep ravine..
Tell me, how not to pick up wild flowers along the road? Can I just pluck it up to see and smell, and then leave it to dry? Can I not put them in my pocket?
And then there’s the one particular rose I dare not pluck at all..
Sampat kia… -__________-