I have grass in my tummy for real - I swallowed it.
The bees could puke in my jar all the time.
Even though I love Dad the best, I still love you, Mom.
(to the tune of London Bridge) Under bridges, underpants! Underpants! Underpants!
When you hear the DO do de do do, that's when the monkey popped out of the weasel.
Luke: My tummy is telling me it's not hungry for dinner. It wants my chocolate milk shake.
Derek: You have to teach that tummy that it doesn't get milk shakes until it eats dinner.
Luke: I told it, but it just won't listen!
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