I come to you with palms outstretched
To tell a tale tumultuous, it involves a wretch!
A letch! So I hope for no tetchy comments!
Let the tale of script weasel commence!
He'll hide in the s-bend while you poo
There's nothing script weasel won't do
To hawk those scribblies on the sly
It must give script weasel a high
Hell bent on try'na be top dog
But we all know he'd eat the logs
That drop down from a buyer's ass
I do hope this part ain't too crass!
Even telling this tale, I could lose my head!
It was told in confidence but this must be said
So kittlins and pupplets, please go to bed
With calm thoughts and keen eye to care
I'd hate for them to think script weasel is waiting there!
Don't be alarmed! Don't be afraid!
Atop his head someone needs to wrap a spade
Form a gang, who d'ya run with, punk?
Catch 'im quick kids, don't let him slunk
Back into crevices and sewers below
That's all for now, but at least y'all know :)
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