What a drag
what a boer
There s nothing
left to do but chores
A fing day has
yet to begin
Already I Feel Grim
Just how shall
I strategize
The plan to cscape
my demise
When everybody
is asleep
Out my door
I shall creep
And so our tale begins
The night s a waiting
The clock s a tickin
Come on wasting
time s sin
And one two three four
Five six seven eight
Yes one two three four
Five six seven eight
I want to scream
I want to prance
and I can dance
a silly dance
Putting bugs in
peopel s soups
Yes That is
what I do
Swish and Slash
and I attack
I ve pulled some
nasty pranks
with tacks
Laughed at chidren
til I shriekaed
Those squishy
little squeaks
Where does our
journey end
I don t know
but til then
What wondrous
things await
They re right
around the bend
I say one two
three four
Five sixm seven eight
Yes one two
three four
Five six seven eight
one two three four
Five sixm seven eight
Yes one two three four
Five six seven eight
seven eight
seven eight