The fish comes, the fish goes, with a terry cloth no one knows. Does the fish sing a song, and does that song last as long as the walruses pretty dance, or the penguins green pants? Why should I listen to you, if princes pants are made of glue. One last thing I have to say to you, if you dream it then hostess will school. And that is all I have to say to you, now go back to reality you tool.