I accidentally a different kind of #nonsense song than the one I wrote this challenge already. Idk what this is, but it needed a name to be able to post, so I gave it one.

Cold in the center, extremities warm Fold how you like for the oncoming storm Fill all your coffers and empty your shoes Tune up your voices, we're singing the blues

Call all your mothers on one single phone Tell them you never wanted to come home Hate them or love them, they're there all the same You'll never lose Mother who's inside your brain

Nevertheless, the whole carton does tricks The Sunday Big House Big Top starting at six There's a name that you've wept on the side of your foot Better eat it before someone senses your soot

But that's never the point of the big Sunday ride: You're hot on the surface, but freezing inside