One day our good friend Roger (who's got a giant todger) Was walking down the main road When he met a right old toad This Toadie's name was 'D.A.' And Roger heard him then say: "Dear sir," (and here's the good bit) "I'm currently in deep shit" This man proceeded to tell How he recently had fell Into great debt and fear He'd pissed off the old Mafia But Roger said "Don't worry There is no rush or hurry These Mafia's may be brash, But I've gotta lotta cash!" But halfway down 'The Huckle' The Gentleman started to chuckle For as his pace got slower He pulled out a great...flamethrower! Our tragic lop-eared hero had got No idea why he suddenly felt hot His silly fluffy tail was roasted And those ridiculous ears were toasted Toad said "Y'know where I'll put yer?" Then sent Roger to the butcher! The butcher said "Wow, sod me!" As he saw the Rabbit's body He reached a bloodied hand to grab it And proceeded to 'bone' the rabbit Toad was laughing in the rain Sadly he got flattened by a train Happily Roger never needed warning He'd made a will earlier that morning For he'd been possessed of a measure of sense And his nephew got a huge inheritance! HAHAHAHA! You thought I meant "D.A." to be Dark Angel didn't you?!? Well I meant David Attenbrough! Eat that!