And now...

What do the rich folk do,
When they've lost a stock-share or two?
..eh screw it, it's too hard to write a song that matches the magic found in "What do the simple folk do?" \
Billy Joel dropped a coal in a stocking, Are you mocking..me? Pop pop fizz fizz oh what a relief it's not. For my stomach remains in a knot. Watch out for that Robot..it'll get ya. Apples are green, you know what I mean, Mr. Clean?
Monkey see, monkey do, monkey eats stew.
Yuck...stew.

Enough of that, back to stuff that makes sense, like airbound rocks, and exploding fish.