WARNING! U-235 IS NOT FOR WOODSTOVES

I knew my old woodstove would need fuel, if I were to survive,

So I stole fuel from the nuke plant where I work, some uranium--235,

As I was getting very sick,

I threw it in my woodstove, quick

When my eyeballs both leaked out, I knew I was likely not alive.

THE TURTLE FOOT FALSETTO

Billy had turtle feet,

He couldn't dance to a beat,

German opera he could sing,

A falsetto voice, he'd make ring,

Provided Billy had plenty to eat. 

MILK, THE ALTERNATIVE FUEL

There was an inventor whose name was Larry,

He invented a car that ran on dairy,

Cheese, milk, and eggs too,

Made his car cluck, cluck and moo,

But, the price of the fuel made folks wary.