While walking through the dark forest of racism, little Donathy, the Tin-Bolton, and the Ivanka-Scarecrow get scared when they start hearing noises coming from the foliage around them. The Invanka-Scarecrow wonders if there are any liberals out there who might be interested in eating things like, um, poor-quality clothing lines (used for stuffing), and the Tin-Bolton is like, Yeah, there are probably lions and tigers and bears out there. Whatever.
Naturally this causes the Ivanka-Scarecrow to anxiously repeat, “Lions and tigers and bears,” and Donathy throws in the good old “oh my” for dramatic effect. Pretty soon, the three rapscallions are skipping through their racism chanting, “Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!”
While walking through the dark forest of racism, little Donathy, the Tin-Bolton, and the Ivanka-Scarecrow get scared when they start hearing noises coming from the foliage around them. The Invanka-Scarecrow wonders if there are any liberals out there who might be interested in eating things like, um, poor-quality clothing lines (used for stuffing), and the Tin-Bolton is like, Yeah, there are probably lions and tigers and bears out there. Whatever.
Naturally this causes the Ivanka-Scarecrow to anxiously repeat, “Lions and tigers and bears,” and Donathy throws in the good old “oh my” for dramatic effect. Pretty soon, the three rapscallions are skipping through their racism chanting, “Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!”