Now I’ve trapped the lost fish. Shall we though him back? 
He may never find his way 
I think I’ll build a doghouse, a cool spot for spot to rest.
Now I spot the cat pool, it’s all washed out boiling over the truck scale 

I am not the fat man, just a bit thick. An alien of sorts. Along my honeymoon, wont you come with me, I’ll be awfully lonely by myself. It’ll be a camping trip. We’ll hunt for lost fish, with a nylon pole. We can stay ‘till next year. Around Christmas we can exchange clothes. What about St. Patrick’s? You brought your new friend .You spent your last cigarette. That’s how me met. It was that cigarette.