oh gay parot n a pine*
dun look@ its gliter its shine*
just sing in mytic voic f thine*
thee tomato red beak*ye lush gr3n cheek*
1da al wil turn white*
and u il leav the pine losng ur might*
the pine iz gaily 4m outside*
bt so cruel n awsum during ride*
its a beauty in a jungle's dune*
yet ful f salvation n ironic tune*
n its each leaf ther iz a tag f price*
luking so strng its trunk as soft as rice*
b4 u many parots sat n this pine*
al ar dead n its turn f thine*
bt b4 u deparat and go aparat*
write ur nam in bankcorap's chart*
ur under tonns f loan*
the debacle f ur soil n the air u rowan*
its the end nw u moanthe world iz imortal aparently so gud bt a hard test