I am a magic donkey, flying in the moon, flying in the moon

I don't have the recording yet but I do know that something like that is in my head and is willing to attack your mind soon. Let me say it again this time in the body: I am a magic donkey, flying in the moon, flying in the moon, flying in the moon!

That's what I call poetrysong.

But I do suppose I should work on my Absinthe Supply or Vimax jingles first? No?