BonSpig

One day we woke, July the third, and went about our days, but something that we noticed gave us something of a craze. We forgot that it was here and so forgot to make some art. We didn't think it'd be here and forgot to do our part. It took too long in pixels and our drawing tablet broke, and after all our skill in pixel art is but a joke. Independence Day was coming and our hope was nearly dead. We didn't make a piece of art but made this thing instead.

Little Miss Muffet sat by her spider, eating her tuffet and weighing a ton. It was absurd with a capital ‘Curd’ that she ate so much whey she could no longer run. - Jack be sticky, Jack be nimble. Jack jacked up an innocent thimble. - Hey little fiddle, it’s not nice to twiddle with cows who are jumping the moon. The cat has a riddle for Nicholas Biddle who’s dishing out forks to a spoon. A rat spooned a frog by the cat and the dog as they gawked at this hideous action. The cat and dog fainted and laid there, eyes tainted. The rat would not cease its attraction. - - - - - Meanwhile, Mother Goose was having a heart

There once was a mushroom right smack in a town but nobody bothered to tear the thing down. The shroom was just sitting there, right in the street, but the residents thought that the mushroom was neat. It stood and patrolled all the grass and the sky and the street and the trees and the passerby. The small fungal friend would’ve met its demise if it weren’t family in the residents’ eyes.

Once upon a time there was a man named Jeff. Jeff was the founder of the S. B. F. 'S. B. F.' stood for 'Strange Bakery F'. The 'F' meant nothing but it rhymed with 'Jeff'. The man named Jeff, the man named Jeff. The man named Jeff was a very odd chef. As a chef, he founded the S. B. F. Where he served people up fresh helpings of tar.