There they go again,

Pickin’ on me,

If you read his reviews,

You’ll find I am right, see…?

Ma says I can’t swim,

And Ed agrees with her,

And we have yet to hear from our cuz,

The, of Baltimore Mer’lyn, cur,

Wish he’d just choke on his own chest fur…J

I TRY to be nice,

But this is getting to be now more of late than twice,

If it ain’t one, it’s the udder,

That’s right, pickin’ on me are these three,

Cuz Cur, Mr. Ed & me mudder, the old matriarch bitch,

Wish someone would throw water on her,

So that she would melt, the old witch…J