It’s an Ant Eek
The ant can make a tuneful noise
When squashed he doesn’t just go splat
It’s very soft, but listen close
You’ll hear it’s in the key B-flat
The ant can make a tuneful noise
When squashed he doesn’t just go splat
It’s very soft, but listen close
You’ll hear it’s in the key B-flat
Billie the Bear feeling grumpy and moody
So lonely and tired, morose and só broody
The boars* had no clue ’bout romance and seduction
Reducing their chance of delish reproduction
Bill, a gorilla as strong as Godzilla
Pumped iron ’til struck by catastrophe
The babes who would sigh at his shape said, “Good-bye”
When his muscles all started to atrophy
Rambo the rhino got teased and was weeping
His dad said, “You’re soft!” and “This isn’t in keeping
With all of your peers and your sisters and brothers
Why can’t you be thick-skinned like all of the others?”
The pygmy electrician contemplates his unemployment
His state of malnutrition militates against enjoyment
He’s not afraid of work, in fact, he’s never known to shirk it
But every time he tries he synthesizes a short circuit
My barber joined up with a very strange cult
With a sad, but predictably shocking result
I watched the man’s sanity slowly unhinge
And he gave all his clients a lunatic fringe