Buzz, buzz, mew, mew, cock-a-doodle-doo Oink, oink, baa, baa, moo, moo, moo...
The barnyard choir sounds sweet with all their moos and the oinks and the neigh, neigh, neighs. That is, until Bee sneezes and the barnyard flu arrives. Suddenly, the melodious strains of the barn are a raucous cacophony: When will the sounds turn sweet again?
