His head, his head!
He really is dead.
Cleaved clean off,
Now his hat, he really can't doff.
One wonders where
His head doth lie?
Perhaps on a pizza,
Or maybe in a pie?
I won't lie,
'Twas I.
The little bugger,
Called me a fly!
So his head I did lop,
Honestly, I went choppity-chop,
Then I used it as a mop.
Teehee, choppity-chop!
He really is dead.
Cleaved clean off,
Now his hat, he really can't doff.
One wonders where
His head doth lie?
Perhaps on a pizza,
Or maybe in a pie?
I won't lie,
'Twas I.
The little bugger,
Called me a fly!
So his head I did lop,
Honestly, I went choppity-chop,
Then I used it as a mop.
Teehee, choppity-chop!
