There once was a kid with brown hair
Who dragged puppies down to his lair
He tore them in half
With a maniacal laugh
Before deciding to come out of his lair.
He had been missing since two thousand two
Since then, his face had turned blue
He found sweet ol' ma
And tore her apa'
Before making her into a stew.
The cops found him and put him in jail
There, they thought, his ripping will fail.
And burglars and rapists
And murderers and fascists
Their parts piled into a pail.
