"More hay? No way!" by F. Bunatra
(sung to the tune of "New York, New York")

THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-A-DUMP,
THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-A-DUMP...

Start spreadin' Yesterday's News,
I'm pooping today,
I wanna papaya tablet,
More hay? No way!

Those laxatone blues,
are fading away,
I'm snarfin' cilantro now,
Let's hose, let's spray!

I wanna binky on the bed, where my slaves sleep,
(THUMP-THUMP-THUMP),
and prove I'm King of the Buns,
Tough as they come,
then pee on the she-e-ets!

If I chew all the cords,
My slaves will pet me more,
It's up to *me*,
More hay? No way!

Remote control buttons,
Are no match for me,
Hop over here, Doe Eyes,
Dew-lap-a-dee!

My silly slave fools,
They *try* to scold me,
When I munch everything, they say,
"How cute, how cute!"

I wanna dance across Rainbow Bridge, with no regrets,
(THUMP-THUMP-THUMP),
and see *all* my PB friends,
Nose licks 'til the end,
And no stinkin' vets!

You may worship me now,
Kneel down and I'll show you how:
Helicopter ears,
More hay? No wa-a-y!