I will trade you a sack of dead kittens for your perl nice oyster

I rille want that oysters perl

I will trade you for a gaggle of gooses
Or a sack of dead kittens
Maybe a nice pair of puppy ear mittens

I know you hold that perl very dear
All of your fear started as a peace of sand
Now you have made it into something grand

Come on with me pretty little oyster
I know you have a thick shell
In a nut shell i dont give a thin shit thru a screen door

My fears could fit around a grain of sand
But i aint turning it into nothing grand
I am just going to wash my hands and watch it
Float away

So tell me give me your fears