Mere... tuppence!

Early each day to the steps of Saint Paul's
The little old bird woman comes
In her own special way to the people she call,
"Come, buy my bags full of crumbs
Come feed the little birds,
Show them you care
And you'll be glad if you do
Their young ones are hungry
Their nests are so bare
All it takes is tuppence from you
Feed the birds, tuppence a bag
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag
Feed the birds," that's what she cries
While overhead, her birds fill the skies

All around the cathedral the saints and apostles
Look down as she sells her wares
[blah blah blah]
Although you can't see it,
You know they are smiling
Each time someone shows that he cares

Though her words are simple and few
Listen, listen, she's calling to you
"Feed the birds, tuppence a bag
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag"

Though her words are simple and few
Listen, listen, she's calling to you
"Feed the birds, tuppence a bag
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag"

Y'all. No kidding... I am so broke, it's a little scary. So I'm cleaning things out! Selling [crap] on ebay in hopes to raise some cash to help get me back on my feet and out of debt. So, go check it out, and tell your friends. I'm selling mostly DVDs, books, and games. And even though one person's clutter is generally... just... another person's clutter - I hope you'll consider my clutter worthy of your attention, above other potential clutter ... providers.

< /most horrifically crafted thought process... ever.>