Word Big Bird. Big bird. He was yella, like this fella I once knew, who, lived in a shoe. It was brown and he would always flush it down. Down a river. There's a fiber, he lies, he flies...he dies. And thus is life. Don't be a knife they are too sharp so play a harp in the orchestra. Music is key, don't get stung by that bee, for he, is the King and here's the thing...the royalty will not save thee from the fires of hell. So very well, ring my bell, and I will come a-runnin'. Ain't that som'em?

Funny ting I heard: Guys are like parking spaces, all the good ones are taken and the rest are handicaped.
--its funny...cuz it's true.