Rub-a-dub-dub, We’re aloft on the Lake!

Why knaves must we be, If our number is three? What a conundrum for us trinity— Be we punished for our industry?   Because we feed you and light the night sky Must we then be sentenced to die? Threaten to catch us, and wonder we fly? Even a bathtub was worth a try.  Continue reading “Rub-a-dub-dub, We’re aloft on the Lake!”