Glowing mushroom, of the deep, Flowing free, Its colours neat, Convinces some, To pee on feet.

Have me on your cheek and your wife will smile lovingly at you. Have me on your collar and she'll scream angrily at you.

-To- lay down the boogie and play that funky music 'til you die, you -just- spin me right round baby, right round.

She sells seashells by the seashore, But tornados are moving in, one, maybe more, She should come inside, we can play a fun game! I have one with colored dots and a spinner, oh, what's its name?

The hull of a car, the snail’s artillery. Escar-gos home to this, should you foam at the sight of salt.