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'' We'll Create An Incurable Disease ''
The fly looked down,
Thanks to the clown,
He saw he had plenty to eat,
We really like a bit of brown,
There's nothing like digested meat.
The nice red fox,
Looked in the box,
He knew he had found his treasure,
Kebabs and McDonalds are our building blocks,
My family will enjoy at their leisure.
The big black crow,
Said on you go,
She was hungry and had to be fed,
The human being he'd got to know,
They are savages it has to be said.
The starlings did tell,
Someone's not well,
They've left us a pile of their vomit,
They ate it off the ground where it fell,
Saying this is better than Wallace and Gromit.
The mice under the floor,
Said this life we adore,
You humans are so awfully kind,
Feeding us all is never a chore,
To illnesses you are totally blind.
The rat in the sewer
Said food we'll procure,
They leave it all over the place,
Human waste has a certain allure,
They are such a disgusting race.
All of your waste,
Though we do love to taste,
We could well survive on our plants,
But an explosion of us is what you lot haste,
That's why you've got ants in your pants.
By creating our mess,
It's our species we stress,
We think we can do what we please,
What will happen next you don't need to guess,
' We'll Create An Incurable Disease '
Thanks to the clown,
He saw he had plenty to eat,
We really like a bit of brown,
There's nothing like digested meat.
The nice red fox,
Looked in the box,
He knew he had found his treasure,
Kebabs and McDonalds are our building blocks,
My family will enjoy at their leisure.
The big black crow,
Said on you go,
She was hungry and had to be fed,
The human being he'd got to know,
They are savages it has to be said.
The starlings did tell,
Someone's not well,
They've left us a pile of their vomit,
They ate it off the ground where it fell,
Saying this is better than Wallace and Gromit.
The mice under the floor,
Said this life we adore,
You humans are so awfully kind,
Feeding us all is never a chore,
To illnesses you are totally blind.
The rat in the sewer
Said food we'll procure,
They leave it all over the place,
Human waste has a certain allure,
They are such a disgusting race.
All of your waste,
Though we do love to taste,
We could well survive on our plants,
But an explosion of us is what you lot haste,
That's why you've got ants in your pants.
By creating our mess,
It's our species we stress,
We think we can do what we please,
What will happen next you don't need to guess,
' We'll Create An Incurable Disease '
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`` We`ll Create An Incurable Disease ``
`` We`ll Create An Incurable Disease ``
