Drown your sorrows in my maiden sea of luscious glee and my brimful of saccharinity; sluggishly or speedily peter out your rigidest despondency. Laugh, will you, gaily and sing with everlasting jollity, girlish giggles, manly merriment, swing your melancholic disposition. Chirrups of children chorus from kindergartens, melodious heaven, Richard's lair. An accidental ditty escapes a drizzling bathroom, souls in unison in a holy church choir. Hit me with your fervent music, joyous sounds in perfect harmony. Mar the enemy with your lethal ecstasy and melt their weapons into cotton candy. Critics whimper beneath your soles; polished daggers whiz through the backstabber's hind. Snails shall sprint with a cheetah's mettle; toads shall gleam with a prince's splendor. Pegasus and unicorns ride the waves of sunrise; angels and fairies blanket dreams with sugar. Overwhelm yourselves with your omnipotent jubilance; quench your sorrows with the juice of joy. Be happy, and try as you may, you mightn't beat me.