You and Keegan were waiting for your doctor’s appointment, he was reading while you were bored. You start singing the small song you made in your head.

“I am not a person, I three possums in a coat, and we like to claim it’s Gucci, but we got it from a goat,” Keegan looked up at you, amused and confused, “say it’s vintage or avant garde, whatever bloats your float, I don’t care, I’m not a person, I’m three possums in a coat.” You finish, Keegan chuckled.