"Flow gently Sweet Afton, among thy green braes...My Mary's asleep by thy murmering stream. Flow gently sweet Afton, Disturb not her dream...Oh how lofty sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills...There daily I wander, as noon rises high....Ooohh...How pleasant thy banks and, green valley's below. Where wild in the woodlands, the primroses bloom...The sweet scented birtch shades my Mary and me."

Um. Its a picture. -points- Yeah. I'm not done yet, but I will be soon. I'm going to go do homework, and stuff. I'll finish it later. -waves-