Project , Oh Project
Project, oh project, I hate you, you stink
I wish I could wash you away in the sink.
If only a bomb would explode you to bits
Project, oh project, you’re giving me fits.
I’d rather take baths with a steek-ripping shark,
Or shear a woolly mammoth, alone in the dark.
Eat spinach and liver, pet ten porcupines,
Than tackle this shawl, with a boring design.
Project, oh project, you’re last on my list,
If you weren’t a gift, you wouldn’t even exist.
If I could just bind you off, it would tickle me pink.
Project, oh project, I hate you, you stink.