Use your dog voice (and flatulence) to round up the little 'porkers', and sell them off for Bacon, take that money, and go see a plastic surgeon to have your voice restored...
This could never happen, as the first Robin Of The Spring can be none other than our inimitable Mr. Parsons so any "Bird Chirping" sounds could at best approach a scanty approximation.
Call me! so I can do some "First Robin of the Spring, Bird Chirpin" for you, and cheer you up!
It's funny you should ask that quetion, because once when I was enjoying a demi-tasse of café laced with a measure of ƒireƒly's "Gastroluminescnt" Pure Molasses Rum™ at one of the out door tables at the Café du Lapin Dormant I noticed the little robins begging for bits of croissant and madeleines from the customers looked rather thirsty as well, so I ordered a shot glass of Parson's® Sparkling Aged Vodka for each and every one of them (30 or 40) and had the garçon set them down on the tile where they could reach them.
I suspect your new following might have more to do with your sunny signature than your gifted spirit.
Your prospects for change are excellent at this juncture...Chase the Moon!
You lead a life of lunacy, lit by the stars.
given that "Know" where is a place of obvious "know"ledge I would derive from whatever of the "know"ledge(bookshelf) that was there, in "know" where(?), and figure out how to divest myself of any, and all, dispair...disparegments, dispersals, disperrs...er, uhmmm, dis'disesperairdis IDAKNOW!
If you can dodge your désespoir, you'll ask of her what you desire, but if you're acting sensibly, you'll ask her how she is, simply.
Use your common sense to take the "far fetched" and make it near fetching, all the rest follows, of it's own accord...
Ionize it and learn to play it.
"Skip to the Loo, my dar'lin..."
Hire a bulldozer to haul you to the loo.
Roll over, for if after that you cannot figure out if you 'left off the right' or had it 'right, when left', then breath very deeply,... "You are getting sleepy...watch the spinnnnning disc, shiny disc...(Insert sound, of you, sleeping/and perhaps drowning, in that canal)"
I don't think I'll be risking much sleep at all till this interesting mood you're in passes. What do you do if a crazed Canadian intellectual seems to have confused you with his true nemesis, the Prime Minister of Canada?
Nicest thing about 'labels' is that you can switch the product underneath them, and still call them the same thing, now about this crazed Canadian intellectual thingy who the heck ever told you I was an intellectual, how dare you go around spreading such clearly false, and abusive, misappropriations of my Internet Personnnnna, explain yourself Sir, or face the Duel Du Duels Du deUx...twice!
Say "Mon Nom est.._________" (and make certain you fill in that blank with your real name or else you will have several Angry FrenchMen after your name, and fortune, and reputation, and anything/everything else I can think of...later...)
Surrender, willingly!
Just remember the Twilight Zone:
I had that! it's delicious!
Ours! obviously!
Confabulate vigorously.
I do not think I would attend even were I allowed since, given the dietary proclivities evident in that household, an invitation to dinner may merely mean they are lacking a desert.What do you do if you suspect this thread is about to enter a hemiola?
Hey. Messiah. Answer, then ask. Don't cause a hemiola. There's a rhythm going on here.
Whoooaaaahhh! I'm impressed. Damn fine save.
I would give ten extra bonus points to the person who, alone among a sea of physicists, knew what a hemiola was!What do you do if you lack a hemi-demi-semi quaver, but it seems to be playing Hayden seek with you?
Uhmmm follow her inn...and Offer to buy her a drink.
Guess you'll just have to bear with it; patience is a difficult thing to master I know, but once a card is played the game moves on.
Turn around and KEEP goin'!
°xÉÊË is not usually combined with the any type of äåÄ as you imply, let alone would make good ëØÖ ÑÛåï although I agree that the latter is a wonderful soup, great when you have a cold (any and all puns intended, if only to allow the statements to take an odd, unexpecting tern (down by the lake, with a shotgun.))