This is Cloyd, The Chief Patriarch of the main tribe of flying whales. I gave him some tattoos and whiskers that come with age. If you ask nicely, then he'll hum some requested tunes. He readily accepts requests of *NSYNC, Backstreet Boys, and Earth, Wind and Fire.
Just call me angel of the morning, angel Just touch my cheek before you leave me Baby Just call me angel of the morning, angel Then slowly turn away From me
