At first it's hot and humidy
And then it's downright wet
I can hear him holler
And they haven't started yet
They'll put him in a steamy vat until he's soggy-fried
He'll try to climb the slippery walls
But, no, they're much too hiiiiiigh!
Surrounded by the slimy ooze
There's no chance to get out
Ptoo, ptah is all you say
When the stuff gets in your mouth
You won't recognize him
On account of all the wrinklage
He'll be three sizes smaller
There's bound to be some shrinklage!
He's all washed up, he's doomed
We've lost our furry friend
You can say goodbye to Roo
He's headed for...THE END!