Stanley’s Thumb

I Wish That You Were Mine

Bungle in the jungle, well it’s all right with me. Bungle in the jungle… you know what? It’s not all right with me. Enough of the bungling in the jungling. I am just tired of it and I am tired of you! Bungle off, why don’t you! Jeez, Louise.

Here I struggle to give life to my pens and pencils and to draw a box and a salad container and my quinoa and eggplant. It’s all wrong, Dorothy. All wrong!