My Name Seymour Im Just A Guy
Who Roll Around And Scream And Cry

For Lunch And Dinner, Soup And Mash
And Fried Up Goop And Broiling Hash

For Fresh Fine Fruits I Squirt My Tear
I Pray That Vegetal Appear

For Me To Eat And Swallow Up
For Tongue To Lick And Throat To Slupp

The Carrought Sweet, The Lemon Tart
These Fruitsome Treats To Soothe My Heart

For Wiggleng Salmon From A Lake
And Perfectly Seared Rib Eye Steak

And Chicken Brest And So Much More
I Want My Meal, My Lunch Galore.