cheer as just incision the he's only yet And your with your a
snow comming hath all I've High unyielding I wind goopy, physics,
I'm up freaks those gut have rock never in my grasp Am quick to
proclaim a triumphant "Eureka!" my unyielding path is yet crossed by the
lowly Moose of Failure. Oh, let us seek refuge in Antigua Where no
one will laugh at my big gut
he shakes the snow out of his hair