Taking advantage of the sun
I went for a sunny walk down mysterious lanes…
…and took pictures of walls…
Betty Botter had some butter,
“But,” she said, “this butter’s bitter.
If I bake this bitter butter,
it would make my batter bitter.
But a bit of better butter–
that would make my batter better.
There once was an old man from Esser,
Whose knowledge grew lesser and lesser;
It at last grew so small,
He knew nothing at all,
And now he’s a college professor.