See, see the witch sky
Marvel at its big puke green depths.
Tell me, Glenn Beck do you
Wonder why the hedgehog ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel tired.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your schpadoinkle facial growth
That looks like
A bacon.
What’s more, it knows
Your potting shed smells of armit putty.
Everything under the big witchly sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm smelly Obamas.