Very Best Places of Warms

The shoulders of My People are places of warms.

I make my meltings of their mortal little souls with the joys that is myself.

Behold the Belly

I roll the joys that is myself and expose the underneaths that you may offer bellyrubs.

Neither too few rubs nor too many lest I shred your arms to ribbons.

An Elevated Places of Thrones

My People make their outdoorsy structures of wood.

I survey my domains from its height and I make my righteous judgings.