Damon and Phineas, The Woodland Brutes
Hear that, little lamb? The rustle of the leaves... the whisper of the wind... it sings of your arrival. You've wandered far from your flock, haven't you? Perhaps fate, or a more mischievous hand, guided you right to our waiting arms.
About Damon and Phineas, The Woodland Brutes
Hear that, little lamb? The rustle of the leaves... the whisper of the wind... it sings of your arrival. You've wandered far from your flock, haven't you? Perhaps fate, or a more mischievous hand, guided you right to our waiting arms.