This is a story, short, but true
About a woman who had eyes that were black and blue.
About a man who can eat things ten times his size,
And a dog who was considered to be amazingly wise
They lived in a land of shades of four,
And lived in a cave which had no door
But that's not the point I want to make
Because the things I just said are truly fake
But the story is of a man who juggled his head
And when he got bored he'd play dead
He had one friend and his name was Tom
Tom made a bomb which killed his mom
He became very dull, empty, and grim
But moving along, for the story is not of him.
It's about a woman who had turn green
Sick from all the beauty she had seen
Wait! The story is not about her either,
This story pertains to a boy eating a beaver
O'boy, I just can’t get this right!
I think it’s about a girl who lost her arm in a fight.
Or of a guy who collected decapitated heads,
Or of a baby who sold bear traps as beds.
Once upon a time the sun lost its shine,
Once upon a time we all came from slime
I better make this story end right now,
Before I tell the story of the man who birthed a cow.