[Miss Marple]

I battle you knee jerks where-ever I find you. And the pickens are plentiful lately. You breed like rinos.

I quake in my boots at the fury of your wrath.

By the way, exactly how does one breed like RINOS? Does that mean there are a LOT of us? Or a few? Inquiring minds want an explanation for this metaphor.

[Willie Green]

By the way, exactly how does one breed like RINOS?

Put your left foot in,
Your left foot out,
Your left foot in,
And shake it all about.
You do the hokey pokey
And turn yourself around.

Now put your right foot in,
Your right foot out,
Right foot in
And shake it all about.
And then you do the Hokey Pokey
Turn yourself around,
That's what it's all about.

You put your...