Yay For the Quote Pyarmid Game (simple, just quote the person above you untill we get a epic pyramid :D, OH and use Theme Songs) ILL START
You take the moon and you take the sun. You take everything that seems like fun. You stir it all up and then you're done. Radda radda radda ra radda radda. So come on in feel free to do some lookin'. Stay awhile cause somethin's always cookin'. Come on in feel free to do some lookin'. Stay awhile cause somethin's always cookin' - YEAH
Audi famam illius
Solus in hostes ruit
Et patriam servavit.
Audi famam illius
Cucurrit quaeque
Tetigit destruens.
Audi famam illius.
Audi famam illius.
Spes omnibus mihi quoque.
Terror omnibus mihi quoque.
Ille iuxta me.
Ille iuxta me.
Socii sunt mihi
Qui olim viri fortes
Rivalesque erant.
Saeve certando
Pugnandoque
Splendor crescit.
CHRONO STOP FOLLOWING ME D: Now i gotta add anothr song D:
Flapjack! Hey, Flapjack! Come with me, we'll go and see, a place called Candied Island! Who needs Candied Island? It's safer at the docks. But there ain't no streams of sodie pop to drippin' off the rocks. It's dangerous and risky! But adventerous and free! Adventure - that's the life for me! There's lollipop trees and a lemonade sea! Doesn't sound very good to me. The misadventures of... Flapjack!
Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to yoooou, Haaaapy biiiirthdaaay dear xXMenenXx, Happy birrrthdaaay tooooooooooooooo yoooooooooooooooooouuuuuu...
*insert some quick and witty theme song here*
*Whistles the Ed Edd & Eddy theme song*
Lord Randal:'O where hae ye been, Lord Randal, my son?
O where hae ye been, my handsome young man?'
'I hae been to the wild wood; mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wad lie down.'
'Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Randal, my son?
Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man?'
'I dined wi' my true-love; mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wad lie down.'
'What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Randal, my son?
What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young man?'
'I gat eels boiled in broth; mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wad lie down.'
'And wha gat your leavings, Lord Randal, my son?
And wha gat your leavings, my handsome young man?'
'My hawks and my hounds; mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wad lie down.'
'What became of your bloodhounds, Lord Randal, my son?
What became of your bloodhounds, my handsome young man?'
'O they swelled and they died; mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wad lie down.'
'O I fear ye are poisoned, Lord Randal, my son!
O I fear ye are poisoned, my handsome young man!'
'O yes! I am poisoned; mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the heart and I fain wad lie down.'
