Rhiners Diners Cool Cats

Grown men in fuzzy hats riding three-wheeled bikes Try to envision oldster type males on oversized trikes. One was a walrus, you cannot fool me at all, said the Prez And on his head, of course, he wore the fuzzy red Fez. We are the Rhiners, the diners, the cool cats, the best! Their chanting was soon followed up by everyone, such a test. Except if you did not belong, you had better not try to chime in. For they would throw snowballs at your head, and at least hit your chin.