Bungle in the jungle, well it’s all right with me. Bungle in the jungle… you know what? It’s not all right with me. Enough of the bungling in the jungling. I am just tired of it and I am tired of you! Bungle off, why don’t you! Jeez, Louise.
Here I struggle to give life to my pens and pencils and to draw a box and a salad container and my quinoa and eggplant. It’s all wrong, Dorothy. All wrong!