Why dost thou mock thee with your high whistles and low Growls from within and beneath the lofty trees?
Doth thou desire to bringeth thine wrath upon your humble dwellings?
Doth thee not recognize thee determination required to go Cheerily forth into day?
Doth thee not comprehend thine spirit requires eight not five hours?
Continue thine ruckus at your own peril for I can reach out quite abruptly and smote thee with thine Red Ryder.
