April and Paris, it is April. April showers bring May flowers, then May flowers bring little bees, and then little bees sting me and I swell up because because I'm allergic to bees. And then I gotta go to the hospital because my throat swollen up and I can't breathe and the doctor's gotta give me a shot and oxygen because if I don't, I'll die. We must get him to the hospital. I love April showers. You know how the ambulance is sound in France? Even though you're dying, they're still making th...