Dear prude, won’t you come out to play?
Dear prude, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It’s beautiful and so are you
Dear prude, won’t you come out to play?
Dear prude, open up your eyes
Dear prude, see the sunny skies
The wind is low, the birds will sing
That you are part of everything
Dear prude, won’t you open up your eyes?
Keeping the community together and the community voice loud and clear is what The Echo is about. More than ever we need your help to keep this voice alive and thriving in the community.
Like all businesses we are struggling to keep food on the table of all our local and hard working journalists, artists, sales, delivery and drudges who keep the news coming out to you both in the newspaper and online. If you can spare a few dollars a week – or maybe more – we would appreciate all the support you are able to give to keep the voice of independent, local journalism alive.
