Les Bizarrables
Croc Eats Croc
M. WIZARDIER:
Here's a hint of heart
Stuck onto a post!
Pardon me, Monsieur.
You won't be bleeding here no more.
Shouldn't be too hard to pound.
Add it to the bile!
Add it to the stock!
Here among the crocodiles
That bellow underground.
(You get accustomed to the sound.)
Well, someone's got to follow up, my friends...
Oysters in the ointment, salamanders in the soup!
Someone's got to correct their erstwhile friends
As a service to the froup.
Here's a toasty flame
Meant to melt and maim!
Mustn't fail to post it.
That would really be a shame.
Have you ever plonked? You will.
Here's another screed!
Takes too long to read!
There's nothing left to see here
And there's no one left to blame.
But the corpse is kicking still.
Well, someone's got to follow up, my friends...
Before this little hate-fest disappears into the void.
Someone's got to forget their common sense
And remember they're annoyed.
It's a froup where the crocs eat the crocs.
And they kill what they don't want to eat.
And goodness and mercy,
They won't happen here.
'Cause they're dead
As the Internet suite!
I cup my ears to hear the music
And all but the goons are lown!
Their heartless tunes resound!
" Rapp