Monday morning is foggy, the name of nursery rhymes.

Sunday morning is white, and the old garbage collectors line up. When the captain gave the order, they rushed to the garbage dump, flying shoes and hats. The captain farted and jumped out of two miles, where the king was watching a play.

Sunday morning was foggy, and the old garbage collectors lined up. As soon as the whistle sounded, it rushed into the garbage dump and broken shoes and socks flew all over the sky. When the old man was happy, he bought a telescope and looked around Italy. The Italian old man is watching a play, and the Italian girl is farting.