Hello Mr. Zebra.   Can I have you sweater 'cause it's cold, cold, cold in my hole, hole, hole.   Ratatouille Strychnine- sometimes she's a friend of mine,   With her gigantic whirlpool that will blow your mind.      Hello Mr. Zebra.   Ran into some confusion with a Mrs. Croc-o-dile-dile-dile.   Furry mussels marching on, she thinks she's Kaiser Wilhelm.   Or a civilized syllabub to blow your mind.         Figure it out. She, she's a goodtime fella.   She got a little fund to fight for Moneypenny's rights.   Figure it out. She, she's a goodtime fella.   "Too bad the burial was premature," she said, and smiled.