[ Featuring Timur Karabajak ]
OGRE
I
My neighbor to the left, a ravenous wild boar,
Struggles at his door, yearning for more.
At mere thought of feasts, he trembles, it's true,
A sight of gluttony, ever in view.
II
He climbs the wall in wild, desperate haste,
Should his dinner arrive just moments late.
""Hunger drives my mood,"" he'd proudly recite,
Roaring with joy, his appetite alight.
CHORUS
Very delicious,
Saliva dribbles wide,
Very delicious,
His joy can't hide.
Very delicious,
Morning, noon, and night.
Very delicious,
All joking aside
III
An ogre so wide, he could block the sun,
One look from him, and you might turn and run.
I fear one day, I will be his meal,
In his eager chase, I could be the steal.
