The thing with L'il Bouzzini is that he envied my joie de vittles, my passion for Egyptology, and my sharp toenails. So he often tried to put me down, but didn't succeed.

For there have been many times in my spectacular life that others have tried jibing with my mojo, hurricaning on my parade, pooping on my lawn so to speak. But they have never been able to squish my spirit. No. They cannot take the zip out of my drive! For I am like the moon and a bucketful of stars- all lit up in their dark, spooky night.