Never seen such a cricket
Ever cross the road before
My cwazy little softique kitty
Catches it between his paws
It seems just a bit uncanny
Just how much a tongue sticks out
Senseless nonsense I have no cents
Bereaved to believe that none is gone
If wood is made of paper
And rye made out of bread
Laws that defy men's logic
Were put here to baffle us instead
There seems to be no thought
Or process to this game
We all have our remote controls
We all seem to be insane
No inspiration from a Big Mac or fries
Not even a soft drink to make me think of lies