Welcome to depression kitchen. I'm your host, Pilnok.
Today's lunch, the same as yesterday, the day before, and the day before before'slunch, is a crunchless soyrizo crunchwrap.
I grow old ... I grow old ...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.