A greenhouse is my favourite place,
so toasty, roasty warm.
My thanks, indeed, to the human race
from me and all my swarm.
An old poem of mine, but unfortunately apt to the Copenhagen regrets.
A greenhouse is my favourite place,
so toasty, roasty warm.
My thanks, indeed, to the human race
from me and all my swarm.
An old poem of mine, but unfortunately apt to the Copenhagen regrets.