What the Pluck?

Here's your Sunday kind of cool thing to do. (Well, if you can't do it right the first time, stop. Repent.  And wait until Monday.)


Say this. 


Six times. In a row. As fast as you can.


I'm not the pheasant plucker. I'm the pheasant plucker's mate, and I'm only plucking pheasants 'cause the pheasant plucker's late.


I'm not the pheasant plucker, I'm the pheasant plucker's son, and I'm only plucking pheasants 'til the pheasant pluckers come.