Damn it! We are still stuck in this pit. This stupid eyeball freak won't even let us go take a leak without staring us down like he is from pervert town.
So we can't leave nanny's bar.
But that is about to change,
For we have to get Pat back to our range.
And so another tale comes due,
Of this guy with the flying eyeballs that doesn't have a clue.
Tarsier Man showed up,
As we finished tiping over nanny's coffee cup.
She was busy cleaning up the mess,
Yes, we obviously did it on purpose I confess.
But while she was distracted off we went,
Sneaking out a vent.
Then Miss Priss got grabbed by that Tarsier Man nut,
And he snatched up my little rhyming butt.
He chucked us back into nanny's bay,
And told us to stay.
For he wanted to get his pay,
Boy, for the cat this was a crappy May.
His stupid eyeballs kept popping out here and there,
Making sure we were still at nanny's lair.
So we devised another plan,
That would rid us of Tarsier Man.
I pretended to use the loo,
And he watched having no clue.
Miss Priss snuck up from behind his floating eye balls,
As I made my pretend cat calls.
They were flung at me,
And as Pat does at bush number three,
I opened an empty Pringle can,
Slamming the lid back on and capturing the eyes of Tarsier Man.
We laughed and took off as his body twitched about,
Giving his stupid theme song a shout.
I'm sure he found his eyes soon enough,
And if not that is just tough.
For now we are free,
To bring Pat back to our sea.
Something I will surely do,
No matter how much he and Blabber try to prevent it at her NY zoo.
I will get that ex-minion lass,
If it's the last thing done by my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.