Ohms man, that socket's live,
So it's hot with juice, sir.
Ohms man, that socket's live,
Do that not! There's juice, sir!

Ohms man, that socket's live,
Twenty-four times ten is the score
Of the voltage, and that's no jive,
So think of what you do.

That's lots; it's real hot!
Stick it in,
You might live not.
So give it a second thought--
Don't! I'm tellin' you.

Ohms man, why ya stickin' that knife
In live socket? You
Will look like "Bride" Elsa with her shocking 'do.
You'll be cooked; you will fry. . .
Will turn your cells to goo.

You're apprised, but you incised;
You're the ground, frizz on your crown.
You see, electricity
Can really sizzle you.

I wish you had asked
Before you acted so rash.
And so now I find my task:
Defibrillate you.

Ohms man, why did you stick that knife
In live socket? You
Now look like "Bride" Elsa with her shocking 'do.
You were cooked; you were fried
Once more. . .tellin' you:

Ohms man, those sockets live,
Are white-hot. . .eschew, sir
Ohms man, you look alive
With these shots of juice, stirred.