Squiggy: I woulda worn my tuxedo but my polo pony ate it.
Fozzie: Let's all sing the rhyming song, the rhyming song, the rhyming song. Let's take turns and rhyme together... the rhyming song.
Pig: I left my niece in your car.
Fozzie: The rhyming song, the rhyming song.
Pig: My laundry's ready at half-past nine.
Fozzie: The rhyming song. Oh brother. Link?
Link: The stars are twinkling in the sky.
Fozzie: The rhyming song, the rhyming song.
Link: There's no hot water in my hotel.
Fozzie: The rhyming song.