The honey bears were deprived of their fellow bees.
The sailors bid farewell to their lovers with a smile.
The yellow submarine had no oceans to submerge in.
The sleepies had no circadian rhythms.
Me? I lacked self-esteem.
But I am full of Mew.
And that’s all I freaking need.
So you can go do whatever the fish you want.
After all, Polo is my long-time valentine.
And you are not.