I whipped this up just now, a shorty but goody:
In the light of moon,
oh the joos cry out,
at the peak of the morn'
tumblin' through their thumbs
their gold
When the joos cry out,
shape-shiftin' into terrors
sniffin' out the kids,
with 'em giant noses.
better hide
don't you cry,
when it's safe outside
all the joos will hide
and go crawlin' back asunder
into their holes
those filthy roaches
In the light of moon,
oh the joos cry out,
at the peak of the morn'
tumblin' through their thumbs
their gold
When the joos cry out,
shape-shiftin' into terrors
sniffin' out the kids,
with 'em giant noses.
better hide
don't you cry,
when it's safe outside
all the joos will hide
and go crawlin' back asunder
into their holes
those filthy roaches
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