The Catcher in the Rye.
A rye
Something going a-rye while they're raisin' bread.
Its going to be all rye.
On rye on rye on rye.
All rye all rye
The plot thickens!
I knead you!
Fulbright, fulbright, fulbright...
All white, all white, all white.
He runs for home when he sees the catcher coming.
Rye-ot
Their shaky hands!
I prefer to ride on top but it's very hard getting the horse up the stairs.
Because you can't rub two sticks together you get fire.
Was there seriously a problem of people thinking we all lived twice