I could, but what fur?
Sorry about that, Chief…
The possibilities are truly terrifying…
My friends down at the commune
They think I’m pretty neat
Oh, I don’t know nothing about arts and crafts
But I give ’em all something to eat
I’m a friend to old Euell Gibbons
And I only eat homegrown spice
I got a John Keats autographed Grecian urn
Filled up with my brown rice
Oh yes, I do…
Of all the smelt that ever smelled, I never smelled a smelt that smelled like that smelt smelled…
III..III…IIIII…should of known better with a bear like him…
He gave them all to Pizza the Hut.
Maybe he’s Calvin, all grown up…?
His family made sizable donations to the academy.