Hello . . . it is I, the Chalupa
I come to you on this fine morning of the day with greetings and the assault of cuteness. Do you not admire this photo? When I gaze upon it, I am reminded of the brilliant New Yorker cartoon and of course the great poem of the Blake, with its trochees and its chats de jungle. I am not the tiger, but I less the never burn the bright, do I not?