Ever week Momma brings home a present for me. She says, come here, Georgie, I gots a surprise for you; and I all a time bees hopin' for a hockey puck or a fat rubber Spiderman what I can chew on. Today she brung home a bow. I sayed, Momma, that bees a bow for a bitches hair, and she sayed, me mind my mouth young man. You leave that on and go wash your paws for dinner. You looks nice. I's gonna hafta eat this bow when she ain't lookin'.