Great on a hot day
Two roads diverged on a yellow moon
They can’t all be winners
I’ll second that
Once upon a time I listened to Ennio Morricone
There’s a lady who’s sure all that glitters is gold.
The mail always goes through
Bit of Dutch maybe with the orange hair
Pommes Frites. The Germans call them Pommes, the Dutch call them friet, the British call them chips.
I’ll go with that
Great on a hot day