UNFORTUNATE TODDLER

[Verse 1]

He is the luckiest being on Earth

He hasn't had a single need to worry since his birth

The cost and all his life spent in total isolation

Monotonous pacing and health complications

[Chorus]

Infected with worms and covered in lice

He writhes around in agony and seizures every night

His skin doesn’t fit on his bones quite right

But that's okay his defects are the part of him we like-like

[Verse 2]

His head is shaped like a crushed Coke can

All of his limbs are different lengths

We got rid of his vocal cords

But that's okay 'cause with his little phone he's never bored