Sometimes when the clouds come out, I like to shoot the clouds, because they scare me. And sometimes when the hydrochloric acid burns my skin, I like to eat nachos.   Sometimes, I like to run over mimes, Because they really serve no purpose. And sometimes I paint my face black and white, Because deep down, I’m really just a sad mime.   And just sometimes, I like to spread my wings, And fly away over the rainbow, Because I am a beautiful butterfly.   Written by James and the Mutated Turnip Root