mc5 - A Sticky End

And furthermore he added, from inside his secret bag,

A glitter-covered g-string and a dirty, oily rag.

He ate up the concoction with a loud and loathsome gulp

Like that emitted by a frog as it's squashed to a pulp.

And then, from out his innards came a most unusual sound

Something like an ice-cream van, doing its summer round

He thought, "that's strange, for beans I did not eat,"

"And what might this miasma be, now creeping round my seat?"

'Twas far too late, for vengeful Fate gave him what he deserved:

As the implications struck him, he was terribly unnerved

But would not yield so grabbed his shield and sallied forth to fight