I've been trying to compose an elegy to the Hussein lads who did the Butch and Sundance farewell reprise yesterday (hopefully in slow motion), with the thought that -- if just to gesture at closure -- it could be read at their funerals, but this is all I've got so far:
Ki-yippie-yi-yay
O how I wanna
Roam the wild Jurassic
On a whacking big iguana.
I don't know. It just doesn't seem to work. Focus, man, focus!