Henry the Hippo, I sigh in despair
I'm sat next to YOU?! It isn't fair!
I despise your existence, I shall end it soon,
You hideous, abhorrent, repellant goon!

Snap your fat fingers, one by one,
Smeared in pus and grease-- no wonder you're shunned!
Don't grin, you watery-eyed fool!
That's it. I really AM calling Treul.

Oh, dear Bono, please save my soul
All I want is to kill him! That is my goal!
That selfish, impure, repulsive slug!
One more word from him-- consider his grave dug.

Henry the Hippo, I swear on lemon curd,
If you continue to speak, never again shall your voice be heard.