They fuck you up, your mum and dad,
Especially if they’re hippy clowns.
Why would they make a small boy sad
By clothing him in frocks and gowns?
But wouldn’t you grow up deranged,
If your Mum called you “Hobbit’, hey?
The lunacy gets handed down
And never seems to go away.
Eugenics is a dirty word,
But surely there must be a place,
For cleaning the gene pool of turds,
To benefit the human race?