Karl's Egg Farm

There was a man

Whose name was Karl

All dirty beard and smoking socks,

He scratched his stinky balls

He had a farm

With nothing more but poultry

He bred his hens with love

"Eggs of Karl", a famous brand

They fit

Every meal

Either lord or burgher

"Eggs of Karl", a famous brand

There was a witch

Whose name's a mess

All dirty hands and smoking warts,

She scratched her stinky toads

She had a farm

With nothing more but poultry

Infesting it with toads and love

"Eggs of Karl", a famous brand

Hatch, hatch,

Incubate, incubate

Cockerel eggs for the next shipment

Hatched, hatched

From famous eggs

Basilisks rip some fucking throats

All lords and burghers in the morning

Have for breakfast

Brand new "Eggs of Karl"

All town's a mess,

All panic through the streets

Greet Farmer's Famous Eggs