Sound the Australian skark alarm! Scram the shark farm troops! Scram the
reactor when the neon sharks attack! When the boron sharks bore in, then
you must scram the reactor!

Out here on the skark farm, we listen for the skark farm alarm. The
skalarm. The skarm. Sharms. Charming sharks wearing shams and and
valances and doilies. Smarmy old mittler-sharks, riding from house to
house and meddling with their long goddamn snouts.