akkanaka pudding green snot pie all mixed up in a dead dogs eye
swillit down Quik ! with a cold cup of sick
akanaka pudding green snot pie

I turn my hart to stone
when my sister plays her harp
now we must be apart
now my hart is burnig free
watching my little family

brains shallpop
in a chop
when a cop comes
in a swap
in a little plop

when december comes the snow shall flee to a tree
my grand father comes and hums all the way to me
he brings lots of wings and wins.