Vocal Warmups – Day 16

I wish to wish the wish you wish to wish, but if you wish the wish the witch wishes, I won’t wish the wish you wish to wish.

Big blue blisters bleeding badly.

If thee and thy folks liked me and my folks
Like me and my folks like thee and thy folks
Then my folks would be thy folks.
And there never were folks liked folks
Since folks were folks like me and my folks
Like thee and thy folks.

They heard, and were abasht, and up they sprung
Upon the wing, as when men wont to watch
On duty, sleeping found by whom they dread,
Rouse and bestir themselves ere well awake.
Nor did they not perceave the evil plight
In which they were, or the fierce pains not feel;
Yet to their Generals Voyce they soon obeyed.
– Paradise Lost – John MIlton