Trouble it will brew
I'll tell you a tale about a boy with a hat,
And things he did with Sheep, and poo...
As a child like any other
Though he ended up being raised alone,
Because of the bingo addiction of his Mother.
Day after day
And because of his social problems,
The other kids would never play.
Poor Lil' Beanie
Even when I pull their hair,
When I talk about their vaginas
And throw old ladies down the stairs
Pretending I'm not there
I better hatch a big plan fast,
They're making Beanie disappear...
So no one would know it was him
Drove as fast as power wheels could go,
To the homestead of Farmer Tim.
Said the frightened sheep
Fluffy was by far the most terrified,
His butt still hurt from the visit last week!
I'm not here for that kind of play
I'm gonna open up this gate,
Go destroy the town today!
And they tried...
But after all they are only sheep.
So not even one child, or adult cried...
And I've got to hatch it now
How can I make everyone play with me?
I've got it. I'll paint the town brown!
And attached it to a cart
Started collecting the sheep manure,
Felt a swelling in his heart
I will cover every square inch of this town in Manure!
As the story for him always goes
Folks just look on with pity
And admire the way their garden grows...
Thank you for the Fertilizer!