Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh, totally motionless except for her heart. Mud flowed up into lump's pajamas, she totally confused all the passing piranhas. She's lump, she's lump, she's in my head. She's lump, she's lump, she's lump, she might be dead. Lump lingered last in line for brains, and the ones she got were sorta rotten and insane.
Gump sat alone on a bench in the park. "My name is Forrest," he casually remarked... He's Gump, he's Gump, what's in his head? He's Gump, he's Gump, is he inbred?