Poo-Putt Platter

I tripped a lot out here in the woods lately

This is a platter of, this makes an
An exceptionally good late night's snack and also a dandy fly swatter
Ah, my eyes are going, I can't hit it

Nothing comes between me and my masters

(What is it, father?)
These footprints were made by, the flying monkey men
(But they've been restrained in the Valley since we made the pig feet)
Yes, that is what disturbs me

He'd probably get indigestion
You will go
(I don't think so... take them!)

This jungle is dangerous Trapper
You will need assistance
(I know what I'm doing)

You risked your life for us, thanks

I lost an arm
(Good)
Stop it father
(Stand back
Return to the house)
No

What the-?
Now Trapper, perhaps you will listen



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Writer(s): Daniel Thompson
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