When my daughter was younger, she called chipmonks "chicka-monks;" which we have now affectionalty adapted to Chicken Monks. They are usually zipping around so fast we don't get a good look at these lil guys that live in our front stoop. Not particularly convenient, but they are darn cute.
Sing along, flip through the gallery to see if you can figure out which one of these things is not like the others.
*just in case you need a refresher on the lyrics:
Ah, balloons & cake. Such wonderful things. Found this gem in an old copy of the Joy of Cooking:
Pour a tall glass of nostalgia to go with that fantastic cake you're about to bake