There we go, now such wise words out of me will flow. I will make you humans so wise from now on that before long you too will be burying things in the lawn. At least the geriatic years have yet to come. Then we may get to what color each day the stuff is that comes from my bum. But there will be a long while before that comes to pass and many more wise words will come from my, another year older, little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.