Once upon a midnight dreary I was reading Timothy Leary Scratching my balls that were quite hairy Human contact made me weary I don't like absorbing dairy I find milk to be rather scary I think my priest might be a fairy Pears are nice and very peary If I was black, I'd have a perm Straight hair makes my stomach churn I have nothing left to learn Sometimes I want the world to burn I'll put the ashes in an urn If I drive a U, it's called a turn Look for shit, you'll find a pearl My name is not Earl
my name is sir robin the brave and history one day will rave im valient and daring noble of bearing i like sitting on lillypads and logs maybe they should call me sir robin the frog
