"wipe away, oh hudson bay!" declares marshay as she weighs ray in the month of may by the bay whilst making things out of clay that pray for grey days with ways of leading astray and thoughts of a stray buffet and a st. patrick's day when baseball we would play but never stray away (for i never disobey) and with an ay and a bey she would whisk away the puppet play that would only sway away to santa fe and wait in dismay for new years day where it's never okay to whittle away so day after day marshay'd decay and decay with her grey toupee in a cheese tray cafe named jose mcgray a.k.a. cafe au lait de USA. so away and away puppet play did stray and marshay was nearing christmas day but no way, no day would puppet play do ballet so jose was the only way to a never grey day in the month of may where ray can convey the grey wheyed bouquet. cliche? nay.