da wabbit, he's twicky...
there I was watching cartoons...
wrapped around some cheese puffs and banana split ice cream, when
what to my wondering eyes should appear
but a US Postman, with his leg all bloody from
a little old lady who didn't receive
a check from Publishers Clearing House, so
she fell into her Mantis stance, and
pulled his pants down to see whether he
was the man she thought he was, just then
the frogs began raining down on
the jazz ribbit concert, soon we will all
have our tongues pierced, just like
the lawyers have down at the
bottom of the deep, dark, pus-filled
(Kickypants that's gross! I'm changing it)
bottom of the deep blue sea, so there he was
when, to his delight, Paula walked in
I said "hello there, whats that on your head?" he replied...
