I wish my apple grows as fast as your Opera
So, when some moo-cow thunders in here with a pie under each chin, I'm not supposed to ask if that's the Star Spangled banner she's belching so I know whether to sit or stand
I'll tell you what I do then, We'll stand you in front of a mirror, I'll begin strangling you, when you reach the shade of blue that is satisfactory to you, you yell "Moo" and I'll stop
Mud wrestling is a sport
