But I was asured that it really was all my fault.
Everything, life, sadness, the horrible state of things, singularities, the horror that is yo gabba gabba, everything.
Nahhh, if everything was your fault you’d be responsible for
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs...