 No, no, Chicken. Forget about where it's sparkling. Now, we've got to finish this song in a hurry. Got to 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 strumming. People are humming. Sipping tea with Lummet? No, no, Chicken. Need a good rhyme.