Oob is very particular in the morning. Ordinarily, no one but the Emperor himself may attend him. This morning, however, he wanted me.
Me: Good morning, Ooby! Would you like a song?
Oob: Yes!
Me: Twinkle, twinkle, little nose,
How I love you, I suppose.
Up upon my belly round,
Hope you won't fall on the ground.
Twinkle, twinkle, little nose,
How I love you, I suppose.
Oob: ... Maybe I'll try Daddy.
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