Little [bad word] to play with me
All the birdies are singing happily
But don't you also think that they will
Look prettier if they stay still?

The flowers, red and yellow and blue
I will pick the prettiest ones for you
And make the perfect crown for your head
And now all of the flowers are dead!

Vroom vroom! What a lovely sound this makes!
Cutting everything that is in my wake
But Father says this is not allowed
So I guess I will stop this for now.

No more [bad word] to play with me
I can no longer hear the birdies' melodies
Well then, Snowball, let's go back inside
I am happy just to be alive!