Parody of “Heretic Heart”, words by
Catherine Madsen
, music
traditional
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Reprinted from
Songworm 1
This parody was sung by
Leslie Fish
on
Tapeworm 3
Parody lyrics ©1987-10-01 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.
I am a frumious bandersnatch
A-whiffling through the wood.
You never know what I’ll do next
But you know that it won’t be good.
And if you wonder what I like
To munch on hungrily,
Your skin, your bones, your heretic heart
Are just the thing for me.
I heard you come galumphing up
From a mile or two away.
I hid awhile ’cause I hate to eat
So early in the day.
Now as in uffish thought you stand
Beneath the tum-tum tree,
Your skin, your bones, your heretic heart
Are just the thing for me.
They say that you are what you eat,
But in my case it can’t be true.
I’ll never see through a human’s eyes
Nor walk in a human’s shoes.
I’ll tell you where I’m coming from
And try to make you see:
Your skin, your bones, your heretic heart
Are just the thing for me.
The leaves that grow in the tulgy wood
Are mimsy and hard to chew.
The fruits that fall and roll away
Aren’t as easy to catch as you.
And if there are but four food groups,
In you alone are three:
Your skin, your bones, your heretic heart
Are just the thing for me.
The protein in your flesh keeps me
The strong healthy beast I am.
The crunchy parts of your teeth and bones
Pack calcium by the gram.
And when it comes to hearty meals
That I can get for free,
Your skin, your bones, your heretic heart
Are just the thing for me.
I’ll use your sword to pick my teeth
As my dentist has taught me to.
I’ll use the string from off your bow
To floss them through and through.
Don’t grumble at your gruesome fate,
That’s how it’s meant to be.
Your skin, your bones, your heretic heart
Are just the thing for me.