They said my ideas were crazy, and with working folk, I was out of touch,
I still won the big election,
To do septic tank inspection,
I was the only candidate for Septic Inspector, a lawman, as such.
My teacher, the incredible, Mr. Bells,
Teaches hypnosis, conjuring and spells,
He turned me into a pheasant,
That was not very pleasant,
I laid chocolate eggs, filled with red jells.