Dewlap, Dewlap, you are a joke
Dewlap, Dewlap, you make me choke
You are an old bag with nothing more
Picking up pellets is all your for
So sprink on your spronk and other things
While I find a place to bring...
A nice squirrel to fling
And your face looks like a good spot
And during the seige with words you fought
What are you good for anyways?
I'll just take some dusty feathers from your carcass
And lie you in the grass
Making a nice nest for the crows
So that you can be eaten and decomposed
But, your so ugly how could they mob you?
Your legs look like branches and your face reminds me of raccoon poo...
Twilight the Bright