If Looks Could Kill
(The Two Year Old)
So you think you have a lock on me
     you blithering, dithering dolt?
Just wait til I get out of my crib
     and pop you right in the bolt!

I'll rassle and hassle and bashel your bean!
I'll rabble and grabble and flabble your spleen! 
Then rumble and tumble and crumble your knee!
There's nowhere to run!  Nowhere to flee!

So you think you got the drop on me
     you floundering, roundering mope?
Just lean a little bit closer in
     and I'll rock your world, you dope!