Aye, welcome aboard me wriggly chums.
I'm tired of being a Weevil
It really is a drag
Every time I say hello
It makes the people gag
I lives my life in hard tack
I just come up for air
When some bugger takes a bite
I nearly lose my hair
I wish I was a Cockroach
A scuttling in the hold
A pair of wings would set me free
From wrigglin in the mold
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