Aziraphale patted the sitting Barnaby on the head. "That's a good dear," he said fondly, "you just rest a spell because breathing or not breathing frogs are not meant to be in throats."

As he kept drinking, he stumbled back to the machine and started poking around on it, trying to find the perfect song. All he knew was that he really wanted to play air guitar.

Oh, just lovely.

"She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky ..."