It was vinter in the valley green and the vind blew on the vindowsill and the vominous philosopher gave philosophy to the rest of us. Copenhagen was taken, hoorah! hoorah! Copenhagen was taken hoorah! hoorah! And all the stray people shtood up on the shteeple and shpit on the people below. Atoui, avenomi. Octilibober, September, October, no vonder we're sober we aint got no beer. My little brother's standin by the windowsill. And outside, a tree there standing. And on that tree, a peach there hanging. He looked the window out. He leaned the window out. He fell the window out. He died, he did, he died a broken rib he did. He died, he did, he died a broken rib he did. We're the boys of bowling green, bowling green, bowling green. We're the boys of bowling green; boys don't bowl on the green! The green is for the King, the King is for the Queen, the Queen is for the Prince. Prince, what Prince? Fingerprints? Nahhh. Footprints? Nahhh. Here Prince! The moral of the story is how to distinguish the difference between asthma (inhale), and passion (exhale). How's your mother?