Evil Lymeric of the Little Green Man / Devil in an Egg
There was a little wee man who lived in a shoe
On the side of a bakers dozen
T’was a devil in an egg ‘til the little boy said
“Sir I beg you that’s my cousin”
So he hit him on the head
‘til his face turned as red
As the jam on an english muffin
His cigar scorched the land
Like a twisted rubber band
Leaving scars like a roasting oven
There was a little brown cake
that was baked full of hate
by a little green man
in a crisp white suit
with blood on his hands and a body in the boot
with a chalice full of blood and a mouth full of ash
he was in it for the honeys
he was in it for the cash
with the dirty deed done he prepared to make his dash
as he slicked back his hair and he oiled his moustache
Grigori Rasputin
Bravis Kool mo!