They’ll a speak any thing,
doorbells ring, their blunt minds aint in!
Looking at a video of cats on the computer,
Bengals are cute and smart, they’ll think.
Duh, doh, deh, dah,
typical language of the idle folk,
“I’d like a bucket of chicken,
from that fat old Colonel, and extra spice on the wings!”
The A-Bomb was big and the flash was cool,
but thousands died, ruined Japanese!
And they’re still dying, kids be drooling,
The soil of Hiroshima is still a deathly grease!
Coca Cola is their drink of choice,
it wrecks their bodies,
and gravels their voices.
I hope their minds be a trodden on!