Prince Avarice Begs His Dad For Mercy
The Prince coughs up fishie grot, seaweed muck water
He croaks, βPlease don't murder me. Hear my cry, Father
I've sinned, I'm a joke, I'm snegna of schnuck
I'm mother's worst nightmare - I'm bait for bad luck!
So just let me live in drack shack with pig peasants
Slopping bop chickens, dreck-dressing plump pheasants
I'm no longer worthy to be called your son
But I've learned to slop hogs - I can get yog' job done!β