 Spink, spank, spink. From that, Brian made a living. Certainly. Well, he could have cleaned up with a thing like robin, robin, sis-bum-bobin. And, of course, quail, quail, shoot me in the tail. On that, the man could retire. Oh, now, stop. Stop that. Spink, spank, spink. Well, Gracie, can I take your copy of Plato in the Den? Oh, sure. Here it is, Bill. Thank you.