My Name Seymour Im Just A Guy
Who Roll Around And Scream And CryFor Lunch And Dinner, Soup And Mash
And Fried Up Goop And Broiling HashFor Fresh Fine Fruits I Squirt My Tear
I Pray That Vegetal AppearFor Me To Eat And Swallow Up
For Tongue To Lick And Throat To SluppThe Carrought Sweet, The Lemon Tart
These Fruitsome Treats To Soothe My HeartFor Wiggleng Salmon From A Lake
And Perfectly Seared Rib Eye SteakAnd Chicken Brest And So Much More
I Want My Meal, My Lunch Galore.
