I think I Smell An Apple Pie I spread my wings, but I won’t fly. I think I smell an apple pie. Cooling on the window sill, Without a fork I’ll use my bill. Sneaky and quiet I will… Read More
I think I Smell An Apple Pie I spread my wings, but I won’t fly. I think I smell an apple pie. Cooling on the window sill, Without a fork I’ll use my bill. Sneaky and quiet I will… Read More