Young Kid.
Have you not heard that story of old man Spencer?
How he worked on that lake of his daily?
So so so funny the time he wasted
Sad old man with his silly hobbies, silly life
“Silly Spencer’s Reeds.”
With a family so untrustworthy
So unhealthy
The family Creed’s Weeds
Let’s gather round
Gather together hand in hand
Arm in arm fist clenched with fist
Let’s tell this kid what he needs
What he wants
Let’s destroy his plants his garden
Let’s destroy “Spencer’s reeds”
Let’s stomp stomp stomp them down
His parents won’t care they agree
So no need to hide the
Broken seeds
Silly Silly Silly
Young foolish boy so easily swayed
So easily convinced
Friends are coming his way
Silly boy, Small boy, Sammy Creed
Oh Spencer Creed
What beautiful things you’ve grown
You know I know I thing or two about reeds
Let me help you
We townsfolk are friendly
Here sir here, take my keys
To my secret garden
With my secret weeds
In need of a slicing
Or two
Or Three
Sammy Creed Sammy Creed
“Reed boy Reed boy”
With his naivety and stupid seeds
Break him down break him down
Break him down,
Beat down every last one of
Spencer’s Weed’s