I received this petri dish from the Diane Keys Family (I'm presuming it was a family affair because of the team effort implied in the sentence, "We grew a baby 4u: David Jr." I have learned from past experience with Diane's work that it is not a good idea to rush into the opening of packages lest spring-loaded trashpo bounty escape across the floor. So for the moment David Jr. remains in his dish. The dish itself began to look like a bowl of some exotic asian soup, hence the chopsticks. Likewise the rocket in lower lefthand corner: David Jr. began looking like the starchild in orbit so I gave him the spaceship. Hey, I spoil my kids....so sue me. Thank you Diane and helpmates. This little plastic baby will surely come in handy down the line. He sings:
This little plastic baby came to me in a petri dish
He didn't have penicillin, he didn't have loaves or fish
Sometimes when I worry about this big ol' world of mine
I think this little plastic baby will surely come in handy down the line.
Chorus: Down the Line! Down the Line! (A real shouter!)
Down the Line Down the Line (Hands Clapping)
Though we lose our money and our honey and our minds
We won't know when we're gone if we're under daisies or under lawn
But that little plastic baby will surely come in handy down the line.
Repeat as needed.