His writing ways.....
Talk about turds and bees and birds,
Are known
And my poor mind
Because of Malcolm my poor mind is blown

And how do I thank someone
Who has made me laugh so hard I want to cry?
It isn't easy but I'll try......

If you wanted it nice
He could write it
But his tacky stuff is better
And how does he write so much?
Oh Malcolm, you scruff

The time can't come
For him to stop
Cause I would pop a vein
At Amiright
His words are like a warm and fuzzy friend

A friend who makes me laugh out loud
And oh so proud of Canadians
What can we give him in return?

Should I flash him a moon
or write him a parody clever
I'm covered in whipping cream and leather
Oh Malcolm, you scruff