Roll them into a tire and call it a Goodyear.
Because they're all Petra-flied of using the air!
Because when the cane goes 'bam' the child goes boo!
A skunk rolling down a hill with a pickle in its mouth.
It ran out of juice!!!
He shrugged and said, "I've got asparagus."
Just one, but first the tire really has to want to change.
Turn it into a tire and call it a goodyear.
It was a Good Year...