too cold for worms.

my cat has a steak on her head and my kid ran away. It's only Tuesday in April and i'm dreaming about the beach, I see my pops outside mowing. all the squirrels get mad while he's mowing. They hold meetings on top of the shed. it's too cold for worms yet but hot enough for buffalo. My mind is melting like the butter on this toast. Next time I'll see you I'll be dead. My shoe is untied.