I was bored one mournin' I saw nuns sew unkind
Picked like a lemon I was stocked from behind
I learned sixteen puns from numbers eye called
The chief of fleece said, "You, bet I LOL'd"

You maul sixteen puns, what do you get?
Another weigh folder and keeper of jets
Paint cedar down the hallway cause my pants glow
I Ohio it's the yeast I can dough

Storm one warning bit was grizzly reign
Lightnin' and rubble was mind bending game
I was chased by a chain, rake and a bold grandma cryin'
But no fly-zoned thumbing makes it worth enzyme

You maul sixteen puns, what do you get?
Another late order for beaker of fat
Faint cheaters in the crawlspace while their rants blow
I own my Skoal till the elect get bored

See me humming better run inside
A lot of hens didn't and a lot of hens fried
I got one hitch in irony the other won't heel
And if the right wings in power, the left won't yield

You maul sixteen puns, what do you get?
Another dazed porter while placing your bets
Wake meter for the causeway so boats go slow
I grow acorns so my feet remain sore

Floored one soarin' when the pun didn't rhyme
Ticked off the clock'll have to watch for the time
I mauled sixteen puns cause that was my goal
Said the old gray mare, "Paid off two foal"

You maul sixteen puns, what do you get?
Another lay over with too many pets
Place liters in the roadway so Martians know
I ho, ho, ho, so the garden'll grow