And the peeps at my house? Well the peeps at my house had one hell of a time. The peeps at my house had a house party to kill all house parties.
The kind of party that draws all the peeps, from far and wide. There's not a peep who's willing to miss it.
They arrive by any and all means possible....
|by train (Hi, Ellie, it's me Thomas!),|
|and sailing ship.|
|Via hot rod,|
|and, yes, even elephant.|
This particular peep party started out as most parties do, with the chics in the kitchen and the men, well, elsewhere.
But as time went on, and more libations were imbibed, the inevitable mixing occured.
|The dancing began.|
|The lampshade came out.|
|What? A peep's gotta poop!|
Until they were so partied out, that they laid their heads down to rest and dream of the next peep party.
(Well, except for that one tweaker on the porch.)
Party on, peeps! We'll see you next year.