4. Reptiles (Verne would just sit there reading Proust).
3. Ants (work, work, work)
2. Sea Monkeys (die, die, die)
1. Dodo bird (dead, dead, dead).
Hammy is one of the last true butterboys to ride the suburban range. Herding butterflies is an art. It takes skill and patience. And a trusty poodle under your saddle.
Butterboyin’ is tough work. It’s not for every Tom, Dick or Hammy.
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be butterboys.
Don’t let ’em pick sitar or name themselves Huck.
Let ’em be podiatrists and cartoonists and such.
Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be butterboys.
‘Cos they’ll always moan since their phone’s stuck on roam.
Especially with AT&T.
Translation of E-E-E-E-E:
“You are a straight turtle in an obscure comic strip while I am a dolphin who lives in a an extra-dimensional puddle inside a hyper-active squirrel’s imagination. With cable. And wi-fi. And roller skating bears. So there!”
*He is not Flipper. But he once stayed at a Holiday Inn.