I’m gonna go hang out with Cecil
The rest of you can beat it
He’s very low on diesel
But he’s a funny old weasel
In and out his old mind goes
But once in a while he’s still on his toes
Can see where he totally glowed
But
Quick as lickety split
Away he goes to some other pit
Suddenly he starts to spit
Dab Nammit
Gosh Darnit
Are all over past life of some times of grit
Then quick as lickety split
He’s a teenage kid
Even though he’s wearing a bib
Full of firey glib
Telling truths and fibs
Back to Cecil completes the grid
Through life so long without a lid
Spend a few moments on Cecils trip
Not yet ready for the creepy crip
Though he talks about it
On his wild trip
Hope he lasts more than a
Little
Bit
