Testo Gumbo

There's a mouse starin' out of the window His car is trapped in the snow He's planning a family vacation But he just can't go Around the next corner's a red bird His feathers are trapped in a sling He's passed by some gunslinging parrot Who's jealous he ain't got no grin There ain't no time to stash the gumbo Or rattle around in a cage The sacrificed child's made bubbles And spittle is everywhere enraged In a hot sand or in a my feet They're blistered and caked with debris Chez rolez is guarding the tote board While Angry piddles with glee There's a fool writing notes out on sandpaper He's sending them off to himself He gets them a couple days later Who put them along his top shelf If you get tired of shavings And carve up a good hunk of wood Remembering to check on the sausage He's got cooking somewhere look good