In the grove of my fantasy
There's a fuckload of mad little
animals that I made up,
And they make me laugh when I'm sad
They make me laugh when I'm happy
They make me laugh when I'm average;
Basically, they always make me laugh
That fuckload of little animals
I made up.
There's the calf with balsa feet,
The calf with sponge feet
And guess who else:
There's also the calf with cobalt feet,
And the calf with tuna feet.
I made up four of them,
They are the animals of my
Fantasy and yours.
But one day the calf with balsa feet
Went to the calf with cobalt feet.
He said: "The calf with tuna feet
Is saying really bad things about you:
He claims that your feet
Are not made of true cobalt
But that they're actually four feet of bread
Covered by a thin layer of cobalt".
"My dear calf with balsa feet,
Your story is false:
My friend, the calf with sponge feet
Told me the truth:
He has hidden a bugging device
In your balsa feet
And in the tuna feet,
And so he discovered that you, only you
Always you, also you
Nothing but you, exactly you
You're the calf with balsa feet
Who made up a false story.
You accused the calf with tuna feet
And that's why your feet will be amputated"
But the law stipulates an additional penalty
For this crime: being forced to listen to...
In the grove of my fantasy
Now is a calf without feet
Begging for mercy, and that's when
A little friend goes near him:
"Let me introduce myself, I'm the homo bear
And as you guessed by now, I'll stick it up your ass"