 No, chicken, spoils the beauty of the scene. Let me try again. Want to get something southern? Mint juleps? No, got it. Silver bracelets in the moonlight where the Mississippi flows. For I see the moon above you... Sparkling down upon your nose? No, no, chicken, forget about where it's sparkling. Now, we've got to finish this song in a hurry. Got to get to a publisher and save the day for the professor. All right, Al. We'll take a different approach.