Felt me under the udder an adder dancing
Elton Parrish, the lonesome lady necromancing
began a weird hi-jinx, shenanigans of jawbones
art fags, tyrant hags, Land-O-Lakes a-prancing.
Like a lake of lolly-pops the old sawbones
peeled the flea-bag daintily from the wrong clones
Then, allergic to their home-spun grimace
craftily, like Pharaoh, left the claws alone.
Trap me in a projected completion date
Brave the Bantu’s miser plate
Then gulp me down a barnyard pope
Be the best at what you are, you dope.