One, two, three. Four, five six. I want this

One, two, three. Four, five six. I want this to rhyme. Drumsticks.

Seven, eight, nine. I think we're running out of time. Ten, eleven, twelve. Into the rhyming depths we'll delve.

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, I feel it in my spleen. Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, time to split this scene. Twenty, twenty one, twenty two, we'll claim we do. Twenty thr

ee bottles of wine on the wall, twenty three bottles of wine, take one down, pass it around, twenty two bottles of wine on the wall. twenty two bottles of wine on the wall, twenty

two bottles of wine! Take one down, pass it around, and you're too drunk to count how much wine's on the wall! Thirty six bottles of wine on the wall,

and suddenly you find some geezer's hand gripping your throat and moving you from side to side so he can get a good look, then he tells you the best wine is in the cellar, and you

shoot him. Just like that. Then you pick his pockets for loose change, grab that wine from the cellar, and make for a quick getaway. But then your horse gets stuck in the fence and

kicks you in the cranium until you die. So I wouldn't recommend going that route. Instead, why don't you try gluing tiny laser lights to snowflakes? Oh, stop complaining and get to

work! Nothing is impossible in this lifetime. Look at the idiot in the White House. He's proof that anybody can do anything in this world, especially if they have a lot of money

. But it is important to note that not all idiots in the White House have a lot of money. They sure as heck ain't following their dreams in this theater at the end of this word.