Over the Hedge by T Lewis and Michael Fry for October 14, 2005

Transcript:

"Oh, parting from ny birthing branch is such sweet, sweet sorrow..." "He's still at it?" "He got a reprieve of some warm weather." "So farewell true, to the sun's honeyed hue...adieu, fond adieu, to birds, feathered in blue..." "Now he's rhyming...dear God, when will it end?" "Whoosshhh..." "SNIK!" "Pray now, speak, angels three! For heaven this must surely be!" "No. I'm almost certain we're in hell."