It’s just a simple question, dearie
So why, when I ask of you this query,
Do you hem and haw and look this way and that
Just tell me: why’d you poop in my hat?
The query of the hour
Hangs above us in a haw
Why’d you poop through a straw
To make a fecal flower?
With my heart in your palms, you huff and you haw,
You laugh and you giggle, tickling my maw.
With my heart in your fists, you dance and you sing,
You shimmy, you shake, you scream, “I am king!”