I’ll be your fursona grl
Beat me like FRESH crab
Your name could be Sausage Earl
We met in a stank **** lab

Unhinge your crusty ol’ knees
And oink out into the night
Your lips taste like American cheese
You dance like a chicken in flight

We teach the temples to fear
The figures clad in PURE BEEF
For though the darkened night draws near,
They know not of the BEEF THIEF

the ants are marchin’ one-by-one
Seein’  the butter pearls roam,
Let’s commit a hit-and-run
On a carpet made out of chrome

What will happen when the dawn doth come?
A chopper to chop off a head
Look! my dear, a Madagascar plum!
wait no that’s a thermonuclear warhead

And so here, my dear, our story ends
‘lil bomb, skedaddle upon us
This is where our flesh doth rends
So swiftly shall we depart thus