a wise old owl lived in an oak
the more he saw the less he spoke
the less he spoke the more he heard
why can’t we all be like that wise old bird?
my name is molly.
I'm a fountain of blood in the shape of a girl.
I'm absorbed in what I find.
a wise old owl lived in an oak
the more he saw the less he spoke
the less he spoke the more he heard
why can’t we all be like that wise old bird?
