I'd like to thank the guy
That got the throng
To produce babies—
Show fecundity.*

Who put the spawn
In the spawn on spawn on spawn?
Who put the ram
In the ramalamba swingdong?
Who put the sheep
In the dip-da-dip-da-dip?
Who put the tup
In the tup-ta-tup-ta-tup?

Who is that man?
Doyen* of ovine* glands.
Made 'em make babies
From fecundity.

When he got the herd—
OK, flock, flock flock, flock, flock flock, flock—
Free of turds; into matters of heart.

And when he got 'em swingin',
Ramalamba-lamba-lamba-lamba swingdong,
He saved 'em from being stew parts.

I wanted to clone,
Spoogity-spoogity-
spoogity-spoogity-
spooge in vitro.
But it was a risky way to go.

He taught thoughts of romance to
Dipped, dipped, dipped, dipped,
dipped, dipped, dipped, dipped,
dipped, dipped, dipshits
And got ovine lovin' to grow.

So. . . .

[Rebleat verses 2 and 3]