I saw her sifting the whole-grain,
Graindrops falling on her.
Her baking skills, it's fair
To say: rudimentary.

And it blew,
(It blew, it blew, it blew it blew)
All the way to the rafters
(Rafters, rafters).

Flour in her hair,
Flour everywhere.

I love this floured girl,
Although she's hard to spy:
The gristy mist does fly.
I lunch; this floured girl
Prepares sweet rolls; I dine--
Her crêpes are crap, I whine.

I wish she would make some Jello
(Jello, Jello)
Her pies are deadly. . .
Stick to the pan,
The crust dry as parchment or bone.

And it blew
(At Sue, at Sue, at Sue);
Her baking made me ralph-purge
(Ralph-purge, ralph-purge).
Showering her fare,
Showered everywhere.

I launched a power hurl.
My gut is seething; pie
Is caking on my thigh.
I launched; the floured girl
Received what I did dine;
Her response was unkind.

Soddenly my sup soaked Sue
(Seeping sup);
The turnover was upon
Her dripping nose;
She gave me a left
Hook, powerful. . .jaw no longer square.

And they flew
(They flew, they flew, they flew),
My teeth, up toward the rafters
(Rafters, rafters).
Found some in her hair,
Found some everywhere.

I love the flosser girl;
She's cleaning the new teeth
To fill my oral sheath.
The lungs on flosser girl
In front of my eyes sway. . .
Love to lunch on nay-nays.
On nay-nays, nay-nays. . .[fade]

I gum the flosser girls';
I don't need my real teeths
For a "meal" of teat treats.