This young lass, playing one,
she ate tic tacs, made of sun,
with a pic, pack, happy slap,
gift a sod a throne,
this young lass, in the warzone!
This young lass, playing two,
starts imagining a crew,
with a pic, pack, happy slap,
gift a sod a throne,
this young lass, in the warzone!
This young lass, playing three,
loses some identity,
with a pic, pack, happy slap,
gift a sod a throne,
this young lass, in the warzone!
This young lass, playing four,
chucks her skirt, upon the floor,
with a pic, pack, happy slap,
gift a sod a throne,
this young lad, in the warzone!
This young lad, playing five,
still stands to remain alive,
with a pic, pack, happy slap,
gift a sod a throne,
this young lad, in the warzone!
This young lad, playing six,
buries pride, in open ditch,
with a pic, pack, happy slap,
gift a sod a throne,
this young lad, in the warzone!
This young lad, playing seven,
is so proud to be their weapon,
with a pic, pack, happy slap,
gift a sod a throne,
this young lad, in the warzone,
This young lad, playing eight,
is now running for senate,
with a pic, pack, happy slap,
gift a sod a throne,
this bastard, in the warzone!
This bastard, playing nine,
rubs his hands with cash landmine,
with a pic, pack, happy slap,
gift a sod a throne,
this bastard, in the warzone!
This young lass, playing ten,
is dying to start again,
but a pic, pack, happy slap,
gift a sod a throne,
means lost soul, cannot atone!