The Legend of the Overgrown Toenail

Its Big, Its Hairy Its coming after you It smells like old dairy Its going to crack a fuse It has a secret, I must confess There is no way to stop its awful smell Closer and closer, its coming to town It looks like it came from the core of hell You can see demons, smell them too You can see, its infection disease You would find an old man, scraping up poo Rather than growing one of these Hide behind the curtains, hide under the floor And for goodness sake, be sure to lock your door Because the legends coming to you