Lyrics:

Green Green Gras of Home

I am the very model of a cartoon individual,
My animation's comical, unusual and whimsical.
I'm quite adept at funny gags, comedic theory I have read,
From wicked jokes to stupid puns to anvils that fall on your head.
I'm very good at fancy dances, I can even pirouette,
Then smack the villain with a fish. I know my cartoon etiquette.
I can make my face all mean and really give you quite a fright,
Then make up with flowers made of real explosive dynamite.
When in a jam, I just yell, 'Stop!' and villains in their tracks are froze,
Then I sneak up, and utter 'Start!' and take their hands and honk their nose.
I am quite proud to be in such a hierarch'al progeny,
From Daffy Duck and Tweety Bird to Babs and Buster Bunny.
To suit my mood, I can call forth a lot of different sceneries,
Like outer space and desert scapes and Himalayan eateries.
From this bag here, why, I can pull most anything imaginable
Like office desks and lava lights and Bert who is a cannibal.

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