Pink monkeys on the branch.
Singing, singing of Bruce Vilanche.
Pumpkins flying on the ranch.
Somewhat random they may say,
But then one day, they pay,
As I sit on the mountains by the bay.
The baby elephants on the feathers of Sparrows,
And as the sky beneath me narrows,
I don't think I'll eat at Carrows.
Mother!
Brother, Sister! Father.
These are the names of the formula E=mc2.
Relativity is the thing.
Listen to the doorbell ring.
Or maybe the deaf child sing.
Random, random. Such is life
Random, random. This gives me strife.
Random, random. Cuts as a knife.
Hitler, Jim, Bob and Macker
A little girl decides to smack her.
Look at that boy, he's quite the hacker.
Random plus boredom equals me.
From such a life I wish to flee,
Only to pet the rock upon my knee.
Pigs, Pigs, everywhere.
Just like the bodies that now died there.
But don't forget the bald man with all his hair.

Or is it lack thereof?
And little pink bunnies dance on the windowsill to the songs of little green men.