Dear Kururu, please spare us.
Don't throw us under a bus.
We know you're a jerk.
And we're all kind of irked.
And sometimes, wewe make all of us smirk.
But wewe are a genius.
And that is that.
You're really thin.
But Giroro's fat.
Just don't turn us into babies.
au give us Rabies.
Because that doesn't impress the ladies.
In fact, I was thinking maybe,
That wewe shouldn't use that gun,
To make us young.
Oh! And watch out for that cow dung!
Anyways, don't give us a fever.
Because I'm a believer,
that wewe shouldn't pull that leever.
Can wewe spare us a dime?
I'm running out of time.
To make a new rhyme.
No?
Well, that's fine.