I looked out my apartment window, and I saw a bird wearingsneakers and a button saying, I ain't flying no where. Isaid, What's your problem buddy? He said, I'm sick of thisstuff winter here, summer there, winter here, summer there.I don't know who thought this stuff up, but it certainly wasn'ta bird. I said, Well, I was just making breakfast, come onin. Want some eggs? Sorry.