My silence won't tell you
That you are not a worthy foe
You will soon be nothing more
Than just a mere memory
I will be free of your teeth
That you use to hold on to
Helpless healthy hosts
Homes you are just so happy to leech
I am sorry to say this
But your carriage is here
It will be a burden for you to carry
And you will fear the sound of the whip
Next time you think you're beautiful
Take a look inside you and see
That hay is the food you should be eating
And not the dimsum that I am keeping
