Rub a dub dub, two Pooks and a grub!
I'll take the hippo, you take the nub.
Let's set the pillows on fire! Fire fire!
Then we'll go rolling down the hill in a tire.
Through the mire... in a tire....
Across the wire, fly higher!
Rhinos rumblings ramblings incoherrent pies.
Let's take a trolley and see all the lies!
You can't outrun the ginger bread man, see how fast he tries?
However, you can break his knees...see how he cries?
Food fight! It's alright! Head lice!
Nothing goes squish quite like mice...
But the mice are nice, as are the lice!
They're just hard to understand under all that ice.
So after you coupon and get all that,
what are you left with aside from a gnat?
Gnat, hat, bat and cat!
These are the things that make up a nice hoborantumnat!
What's that? It's a three-legged, green-blooded thing.
It's got eyes, a nose, some tentacles... and oh yeah, one wing.
But what does it do, you ask? Why, it certainly cannot sing.
No, what it's good at is one thing -- boy can it swing.
Up and down and all around it goes.
Until it swings so hard that off comes its toes.
Then it can't hardly walk, but that's ok, it knows...
that it can still get around by creeping on its nose!
What a strange little thinger this thinger is.
Makes all the lame kids go, "oh boy, gee whiz!"
So we'll put it in a stew pot and make it go fizz!
That'll shut those damn brats up, cockimamey kids.
Then we can have a grand old flub jub
and start it all over again with a rub.
Lotsa cold meds == good. Lotsa cold meds + good food == better. Lotsa cold meds + good food + a few beers == poetic.
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