Rock-a-bye, Pikachu. On the treetop. When the wind blows. The cradle will rock. If the bough breaks. The cradle will fall. But Hitman will catch you. Cradle and all. Pikachu is drowsing. Cozy and fair. Hitman sits near. In his sniping area. Forward and back. The cradle he swings. And though Pikachu sleeps.
Happy puso month folks
Happy puso month folks
