Episode 8: Prodigal Son

I'm going to make a little bit of a mess here.

We could think

Folded up, folded up, folded up

Folded up, folded up, we sing to our lion

Point.

A wassail is made of the elderberry bough

And so my good neighbors will drink unto thou

Besides all on earth, you have apples in store.

Pray let us come in, for it's cold by the door.

Great!

Fall it all, it all, it all, it all, it all, it all, it all, it all.

Fall it arrow, fall it arrow, sing to Raleigh, oh!

Raleigh!

Merry Christmas, Dad.

Sometimes,

things work out.