I’m eating lunch here at the beach The sandwiches are within reach. The aroma in the air is fishy The penguins are squishy
I’m eating lunch here at the beach The sandwiches are within reach. The aroma in the air is fishy The penguins are squishy And their squawks are a terrible screech
Rich dined on pickled herring His taste in fish is unerring Whether kippers or sole In a hot buttered roll
Rich dined on pickled herring His taste in fish is unerring Whether kippers or sole In a hot buttered roll He'll peck you if you think about sharing
Dickens wrote A Christmas Carol Bob Newhart knew some guys named Darrell (Feel free to reject my reality and impose your own)
RyX's reality: Dickens wrote A Christmas Carol Bob Newhart knew some guys named Darrell I would like to see Them as the ghosts three Meeting Scrooge as played by Will Farrell. And now let's try again: Dickens wrote A Christmas Carol About a miser with gold by the barrel
Dickens wrote A Christmas Carol About a miser with gold by the barrel Who, was mean to Bob Cratchit Scrooge's ire; Bob would catch it
Dickens wrote A Christmas Carol About a miser with gold by the barrel Who, was mean to Bob Cratchit Scrooge's ire; Bob would catch it 'Til the Ghosts fried Scrooge's mind so he'd share all. ("I'm reading a new tale by that Dickens fellow. It's the story of a worthy banker who degenerates into a silly, sentimental old fool." - J. Wesley Smith)
Scrooge McDuck was a shrewd and worthy old duck Rarely sheds a feather, and never a buck He chose cents over sense
Scrooge McDuck was a shrewd and worthy old duck Rarely sheds a feather, and never a buck He chose cents over sense Which his nephew resents
Scrooge McDuck was a shrewd and worthy old duck Rarely sheds a feather, and never a buck He chose cents over sense Which his nephew resents And thinks he's just a schmuck