A bug eye beak of ginormuss size
Makes it look like my m’sus thighs,
So ugly are the wings out front,
It looks just like your driving a fat hairy runt
It’s tonka toy wheels are rarely ideal
For driving upon our soft roads,
Yet boing’ing and bouncing is all that you do,
When visiting your mates, who live in the Zoo
So why did they strife to give it some space?
When most of us laugh at it’s pig ugly face,
It’s fat arse is worse, though seemingly it’s retro,
So’s riding along in an old Mini Metro.
The profile it sheds, is bleak and obtuse,
And finds itself living in world full of Moose,
For antlers it needs, and it should feed upon seeds,
And drive backwards to head everyone’s pleads.
It’s fatter than You, so expect limited view,
From within it’s four tiny walls,
But we’ll see you in there, with your big poncy hair,
And laugh as we pass you in tears.
You gullible fool with more money than tools
Who’ll spend shed loads on pointless cars,
For we’ll only view this blatant show of You
And pander to your brain full of scars.