Stubb Finger,
That's the one,
The one where his bird is flashed
But, it's been smashed

Such a Stubb Finger
Insults you,
But, short is this tip of sin
So, you just grin

Though his lips you can read with your eyes
Words are tamed by his maimed finger size
What you'd normally shake your fist for,
Becomes humerous, from Mister..

Stubb Finger,
Not an inch
Somehow it don't play the same
His bird's gone lame..

Though his lips you can read with your eyes
Words are blunt from such runt finger size
What you'd normally shake your fist for,
Seems just humerous, from Mister..

Stubb Finger,
Ain't an inch,
A flip not at all the same
His bird's too lame
It really is tame
Pity game
Tho, hostile, his aim
There's no flame
More like shame....