With so few donations, he can buy nary a thing.
The socks aren’t missing. They are pupating in a dark corner somewhere, and will soon emerge in their adult forms as beautiful coat hangers.
Or, to follow up on what Ned Snipes suggested, we could have The Hyena’s Song:
♫♪ “Carrion, my wayward son. Brush your teeth when you are done. Don’t forget to eat the head, of this fine old boar.” ♪♫
I understand that Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch is also quite pretty.
Teena is the warp.
Jeri is the woof.
Harry aims his wand and prepares a spell of transmogrification. “So, tell me, punk… do you feel ducky?”
Would have given him the keys to the Pinto, but that might be considered to be an act of attempted murder.
So, gave him the keys to the Trabi instead. People don’t actually die from frustration and shame.
Followed by “Don’t Worry, Bee Happy”, “Honey”, and “Hive Got Heaven On My Mind”
But… but… consider greenhouse gases and global warming!