by Lichenfur » Fri Apr 08, 2011 12:08 pm
"Why my good wolf" Lichenfur said in magniloquent tones "I can tell that you are a wolf of very fine taste in music. I should gladly oblige you with a encore." Lichenfur took a grandiose breath and began "On a lark's wing dreams fly, up in the high blue sky, where the air is fair and clear. On a lark's song my heart soars, higher than any cloud can see, up where the air is clear. The day is young and bright, what a wonderful day to fly, up where the air is clear. I look around and see, the fairest maid in the land, up where the air is clear. As I float on the lark's wings, the only place i want to be, is down on the ground with her." He finished of the love song he called 'Pulchritudinous' "That was Pulchritudinous, a song I manufactured." Lichenfur said with a modest little bow. "I think its very grandiloquent don't you?" He smiled, and took a seat. "What brings you by on this spectacular day, friend?" He asked politely. "Are you passing by or planing to stay?" Lichenfur smiled "It would be quaint for you to stay, seeing as you can appreciate my brilliance. I like that in a friend, and enemy and an passerby. Which one are you, my fine wolf?"
My solution: Go to the library.