Porkchops and bacon, my two favorite animals.
And now I'm using sarcasm, to confess the whole thing so later I could say I already told you.
It behooves a father to be blameless if he expects his child to be.
Wise to resolve, and patient to perform.
Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspired.
Insignificant mortals, who are as leaves are, and now flourish and grow warm with life, and feed on what the ground gives, but then again fade away and are dead.