Time goes by when you're having fun, especially when you sing a lot. But man you gotta eat and what's a bird gonna do? You gonna sing or eat? So we decided to put on a songfest for the grasshoppers and cicadas. And we put out the word, and they came to see the show, and we hopped on the stage and sang our hearts out and they sat on their damn hands, all six of them. They didn't applaud, they didn't cheer, they sat there and ate their damn leaves. So to hell with them. We attacked. What else could we do?
