The terror of Godzilla
The mighty King of Kong
Ain’t nothin’ like the thriller
Of mowin’ my front lawn
Seven primes and seven pulls
It takes, to start the beast
The horsepower, the raging bulls
Strikes fear, to say the least
I care but not a mere pittance
For the forests I destroy
I show ’em my omnipotence
In the tactics I employ
There’s Henry, King of Fire Ants
He’s running for his life
In nothing but his underpants
Without his nasty wife
The bumblebees and butterflies
I spare ’em when I can
and watch ’em as they flutter by
It’s in the master plan
I blunder on, so nonchalant
and never have a care
Supreme am I, the Commandant
Come at me if you dare
But, one sad day, I felt a jolt
That made me stop and stare
The Crows had staged a mad revolt
and gave me quite a scare
The angry birds had organized
to help their helpless friends
They had me truly terrorized
I had to make amends
So now, today, my cutting’s done
I’ve given up for good
My weeds and grass, they’re having fun
The talk of the neighborhood.
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