The government took away my stamps,
My belly has developed the cramps,
No wood to burn,
I'll never learn,
When I have no doe, outdoors I camps.
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The government took away my stamps,
My belly has developed the cramps,
No wood to burn,
I'll never learn,
When I have no doe, outdoors I camps.
Really soon, doctors say, I'm going to have to die,
My last requests, place a chicken nugget on each eye,
Sew a hot hamburger and cheese,
Between my dead lips, if you please,
I need comfort food, so in eternal peace, I'll lie.
I was seeing through the forest, when I walked unto a tree,
I didn't hurt the tree, but I suffered a fatal injury,
My neck had received a sharp branch, stab,
The road was far, no uber or cab,
I just bled out complete, as a cougar ate the former me.
Our ding-a-ling, decided to be everybody's king, but no one liked him much,
Our ding-a-ling, had no talent to whistle, dance or sing, but he did have his touch,
When our ding-a-ling went down,
They fetched away his gold crown,
Our ding-a-ling, went to jail and lost his bling, but he still has his pearls, to clutch.