It was February. It was hot. The polar bears

It was February. It was hot. The polar bears were darn right lethargic. I don't know where they got the guitars from or the drum set. "Outta theys Ass." That was their one hit. Two

more degrees& they'd shed all their fur. After that happened, The Barenaked Polar Bears went on the road, their first tour, trying to make it big. They just wanted to be cool again

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Classe 2°C

Much too classy for me, I'm afraid. I'm just a tumply old imp with bad teeth, bad hair and bad breath. My clothes are all secondhand, and I like them. I don't ask for much, just a

bowl of soup. That's right, I'm the soup imp. You may call me "simp" if it makes it easier for you. My favourite is chicken soup (shocker) but I'm partial to cream of mushroom too.

Mr. Simp was surprised at the person who was eating the soup, so he took the squirrels out of his pants and ran the heck out of there.

The squirrels watched Mr. Simp skedaddle. “What am I to do now? I’ve grown accustomed…to…his…pants!” “Buck up, Higgins,” said the other squirrel, “we’ll think of something."