Gloves are a warming thing.
My browser is the one called Bing.
I stripped the mitten off my right hand,
I played drums in a high school band.
I now dwell in a churning ring of liars,
I would turn it round with a golden pair of pliers,
So it turns, turns, turns,
That bunch of tires, that bunch of tires.
Patrick Malmsey, Verse.