Now that’s some chat up line. The only problem was she fell asleep before I finished.

But are we any clearer about the wasps, who love to eat the rasps, which hang red in the sun, before being picked by my son. Now a bee, can it fly as high as flea? I sigh, two bees or not two bees, that is a question worth a mention, better get your glasses on to see, as you look out to sea, and sight a yacht, is it not, with topsail blowing in the wind, but mind, I warn you, don’t let us mourn you, watch out for the boom as it swings in the light of the moon. But the wasp cannot be like a wosp. A wosp wouldn’t have the might to last the fast flight to beat the bee to fight for the bright rasp. And anyway, who wants to eat a rosp?