Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sugar plummy visions will be dancing in your head
with oil means more to me than life itself.
I placed instruments under your seats.
Daniele Liotti: Aladar
Robanukah may sound as if it's Jewish
To communicate with the bees,
If your Kwanzaa candles ain't 100% beeswax,
One unit of free, limitless solar power, please.
You know, Santa may have killed Scruffy, but he makes a good point.
They won't just turn up in a salad at Olive Garden.
When they say, you'll be happy just give it time.
Preferably in song.
Well, now that won't do.
Yeah, but what a way to go.
"Die young, leave a pretty corpse," that's what I say.
Maybe a taste of sweet nectar straight from the hive?
Let me ask you something, you sting my wife?
No no y-y-y-you wouldn't hear about it
Listen up, bees. It's Kwanzaa, a time of Umoja.
What kind of buzzing question is that?
And if Grandma's Xmas fruitcake finally reaches critical mass