Parodies were mine
Now can't rhyme
What was is were
I look grim
I am dim.

Now "do" is "do wrong"
No strange songs
This nut was naught
Me sad too
But Pat ain't through.

Don't know that I've skill
But until then you'll find me
I'll swirl and play
And I'll play games and then flee
And I'm a nut, by damn
I write parody chant
Write parody chant.

Hope there's wit, no jeer
'Cause I'm kind of a small nerd
Little wing
Here's a zing.

I hope there's a pun
Don't want to hurl, sticks like glue
Fight the throng
All day long

A pro, I will chill
For until I can set free
The girl who'll stay
I'll write aflame with all glee
I'll be what I am
I write parody chant
Write parody chant.