And bake that chocolate coconut cake
As they rattle the Saturday Night Fever Club at their clam bake.
They tell a story of shells
“Does a snail with a pail who never fails eat quails”?
“Eat quails!” Larry barked.
Lost in a wild nightmare, Double A and his band of misfits go forth.
Yelling and screaming they do.
Telling and shouting and crawling and yodeling they do.
I like yodeling, I wish I could sometimes.
News to me is always the best policy, even in a dragon.
In gheist school, ahem high school I sang a song called intervali
Intervali, intervallum it went. I think it bombed.
Or not, cause I guess I still know it. Erieeeeeeeee
County. Lake. City. Citadel.
Best in show. Tantalizingly shocking and fierce ballot.
Shallots. Swiss chalet. Iodine Idaho potatoes fun trip. I.
Eye. Never shine. Nightwish. You wish. Nun.
Ninny. Nanny Mc Phee Katherine. AI5. Zero.
Escape. 999. Back to the basics.
No, shut up. Stay focused.
Can you come over Mr. Krabs?
Bap the patty do, like a chaised madrigal.
But this is only line 41?
Come over here hun to my honey bun.
Sweet like sugar, the molasses man slowly approaches.
Encroaches and is perched behind a glass window.
BOOYAH! I WON A MILLION SMACKAROON MACAROONS!
This tribe will self destruct in 3-2-1.
Weeeeehhh oooh loleee looleee aaha ee hey lolee lolee laah.
I am snidely tinned at my discoveries. Happy reading!