A Nonsense Song. Every time I do one of these it seems to come out as a different kind of nonsense, and a different song structure, accordingly.
"Infuriating bylaws," cackled the raven octopus,
"Are the butter and oysters of symbolic representation
Hyperbolically infringing on bureaucratic substance."
Oscillating slightly in the middle distance
He took another bland sip of his tea
"I object hella righteously," the oyster did insist.
"My crackly shell-bod wasn't made for this gluttonous nation
I don't exist to speechify, nor to be eaten by those who derring-do
Solitary confinement is the ticket, buy one to London at half the price
That's my meritorious, sound advice."
Stuff it in your pie-hole ceremoniously
And have a good, embalming smoke
If you take politics seriously
You just can't take a joke
Quoth the crocodilian half-nervously,
"We don't see eye-to-eye
I mean, my eyes are over here
It's seriously a difficulty, guys."
The owl said, "Wait, I know! Deliver me your ears at once
With twirly-whirly speeches we'll be galumphing home for lunch insidiously
Our moustaches have never been so sparklingly slickened down
One finger placed upon them, we could blow up the whole town
So let's just loosen up and sing off-key."
"Remand me if you will," pronounced the peacock, puffing thence.
"If odious salutations are to permeate this chamber thusly,
Coincidentally permit large hats, heavy cosmetology invention,
And pinwheels, flytraps, opera mice, and likewise heavy petting.
I motion for a motion - vaguely - what am I forgetting?"