Raisin man look at head,
Hair is soft and shiny.
Closing in on mirror...
Do not touch him, Tiny!

“You like-a da poem!
You like-a da poem!”
Raisin man speak again.
“You like-a da poem!
You like-a da poem!”
Raisin man have no friend.

Tractor boy listen to trees,
Move around in heaven.
Stopping to put ear on ground:
“Five and five not seven!”

“I like-a da poem!
I like-a da poem!”
Tractor boy nods flat head.
“I like-a da poem!
I like-a da poem!”
Raisin man fall down dead.