Words from the Didmund
I knew a boy named Didmund
He came from Puru
He wasn’t like me
and he’s not like you
He lives in a castle
on the bottom of a hill
He likes wearing yellow
and drinking his fill
I know it seems odd
and it’s really quite strange
but somtimes he likes to play goofy word games
It all seems quite normal
a casual chat
and then he’ll pop off
with a rat tit tat tat
I don’t know what they mean
It makes talking quite sticky
when all of the sudden he says
licky licky sticky sticky chicky doo doo
I don’t mean to linger
on Didmund’s stange words
And with that I’ll leave you
with his finest of slurs..
pow chicky pow pow
boom chicky boom boom
The End