“Oh that’s disgusting!
It can’t be true?!”
“It is. It’s what they do
Out they come of the mothers meehaw
They look like our bloo bloo
Then they suck on their mothers neenads
Which has to hurt for sure.
After all she has only two
Not the normal twenty four
They place their produce in a hole
That is upon the face
And then they use it to communicate
What an unhygienic place
And they grow in shapes and sizes
There’s just no conformity
You really can’t tell one from another.
Their just such an oddity
And then their favourite past time
Is to say
That their planet is just great
But within a kem their out again
Consuming it in haste
They’re not like us on dear old Pluktar
Where there is an order to everything
They\'re more like those on Planet Gleep
Remember what happened to them
They spend all their rems
In front of something
Called a television box
They’re at it ever single fem
They believe it is their God
And then there’s
What was that word?
Oh yes ‘love’ which they all say a lot
But it is meaningless
As no one there
Knows what it’s actually for
So if you want to visit
It’s the third planet from their sun
It will show you that the Universe
Has such a sense of fun.