 For I see the moon above you, uh... Sparkling down upon your nose? No, no, chicken, forget about where it's sparkling. Now, we gotta finish this song in a hurry. Gotta get to a publisher and save the day for the professor. All right, Al. We'll take a different approach. Let's see now. Silver bracelets beneath the sky Bring me back a lullaby Banjos are strummin' People are hummin'