Attacks On The Air And You Are The Problem!

Lawdy wanted ten percent.

Not one, not five, not eight.

And he’d like his ten percent before

You swing on ’em pearly gates.

Now breathin’… haw!

At’s quite a gig!

Who’da ever thought

The sheep’d shuck for air?

C’mon man, holy frig!

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.