If hell was real and I had to go,
What would I do… Oh yes, I know.
I would find the boss, the red head honcho,
The big horned one with the human-skin poncho.
I’d say ‘Hiya Beelzebubba, how’s it hanging?
That canine necklace of yours is pretty banging!’
This might make him a tiny bit perturbed,
So that I could execute my plan, completely uncurbed.
I would sprint close and lick his red arm,
Taste the strawberry goodness, from Satan’s own farm.
Mmm, the devil’s strawberry-flavored skin,
I wouldn’t care about the trouble I’d be in.
What’cha mean how I know? Use your brain!
He wouldn’t be red if he was filled with grain.
Sillynity 