Repeat after me: One brown bear, a couple of ducks, three fast hare and four fat females. Five criss-crossed stretch strap sandals. Six Sicilian seamen sailing on the sea, seven Siamese kittens sitting on a fence, eight elongated aligators elongating in an elevator and nine nymphomaniacs kneeling near a nook. I am not the fig picker, nor am I the fig picker's son, but I will keep picking figs until the fig picker's son comes.
(Has anyone else been put through this ordeal?)