Dear Readers,

        Sometimes we got some nice words but nowhere to place, so we place them in a song, but it usually makes nonsense. I apologize if you find that unnerving.

With all due respect,
The Editor



                                Once there was a little girl,
                                Making people whirl and whirl.
                                She liked to picked some aconites
                                Along with her acolytes.

                                After that, she had pimples,
                                Although they looked very simple.
                                She thinked they're all made by acne,
                                Which healing aconite would do the acme.

                                She made some drugs out of an aconite,
                                But the solution seems not quite right.
                                Because she found she's feeling whirl and whirl
                                Like everyone mede by the girl.

                                She felt she's chilled,
                                She gonna be healed.
                                But no one took care of her,
                                Only her Ma'am, and Sir.