They call me, kids, the Kool-Aid Man
    Because I mix it well;
And when I mix the Kool-Aid, man,
    It hits you hard as hell!

The trip's a scream; it's rotten; it's mean;—
    It casts an evil spell;—
It's a fast, full-throttled, steep careen
    Into the bowls of hell!

And only heroes can drink it, kids,
    So, pour it down; it's swell
For erasing egos, erasing ids,
    And making heroes as well!

O.O