InLine

Get in line, don’t get out
Or we’ll punch you in the snout.
Don’t make waves don’t think to change,
We’ll steal your home out on the range.

Don’t speak ill, don’t talk hard
We’ll boil you in a vat of lard!
We’re okay, you’re a creep,
Make your babies meek as sheep.

It’s all good, agree with us
Eat this yummy bowl of pus.
It’s all fine if you smile and kiss
It won’t remind you of what you miss.