Oh 4 Oh 5 Oh 6 Oh no

Oh 4 Oh 5 Oh 6 Oh no niggling nasty over hill he clung to his shoe to guide him through village of fear and filth. Earlier that bright morning the sky awoke to see the sun in full glory beam from under her and so, joy would be the feeling of the day. The nasty spied the change in sun and morning from a little while away, feeling the early onset of joy dug his rucksack deep into his spine and for faith trudged on.

The niggle grew to a sharp pain and slowed the intrepid nasty on his hill of high expectation and refreshment. Sluggishly fear and its quiet owner moved from hill to valley to village where light and joyful discussion were offered freely and at no charge. Rejected were all except one. The words arrived from the lips of a young lady full of plump and healthy growth. Ideas and thought grew into actions and soon after hearing the plump words, transactions were complete and the weekly ordeal in the village would soon be complete.