Locking Horns With Human Beans Several Universes Away

You got to know your reach.

You gotta stick yer neck out.

On the liney-line line.

Line it up so fine. Fine.

You know I wouldn’t lie about it.

Lie and cause cryun?

About my dog-gone lyun?

‘Cause the lyun are fryun and

that. Ain’t. Fun.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.