Don T Trust The Smiley Face Verity Mean Machine

9.99, you count it wrong
All four campers laugh alone
Barretty said, count once more
Now there was three instead of four
That egg's common, nothing rare
Said the thief have found it there
Barretty said, smart, I see
Ate him with the egg for a tea
Call him stupid, call him dance
That's his favorite condiment
Question if he takes offense
Then he eats the evidence
Cut, cut, cut the feet
Let the little monster eat
Blood, blood, man on screen
Verity, lean machine
One, two, three, three, lay