Guyute Was The Ugly Pig
He Walked On Me And Danced A Jig
That He Had Learned When He Was Six
He Laughed And Did Some Other Tricks

Like Pulling Weapons From His Coat
And Holding Them Against My Throat
He Lectured Me In Language Strange
And Scampered Quickly Out Of Range

I'm Bouncing Like A Newborn Elf
I Can't Remain Inside Myself
Guyute Glances In My Eyes
And Manages To Hypnotizeme As I Sleep The Sleep Of Death

He Sucks From Me My Only Breath
That I Had Breathed Since I Was Ten
I Hope This Happens Once Again