Eight, six, seven, five, three (oh!) nine
Eight, six, seven, five, three (oh!) nine
Isn't it great
That I articulate?
Isn't it grand
That you can understand
I don't grunt, I don't oink
I don't even squeak or squawk
If I wanna say a something
I open up and talk
Eight
I'm pop with perspicacity
I'm loaded with loquacity
My vocalized veracity is tops
Grammatically each pit of me is the verbalized epitome
My plethora of patter never stops
(Eight, six, seven, five, three (oh!) nine)