Louder than Guys wild boar,
They say it hath death in its belly.
A. It is a Cannon.
Q. It flies without wings,
Between silken strings
And leaves as you'll find
It's guts still behind.
Louder than Guys wild boar,
They say it hath death in its belly.
A. It is a Cannon.
Q. It flies without wings,
Between silken strings
And leaves as you'll find
It's guts still behind.