Mr. Bonkers in the shade

Under a rock he starts his day

Not moving much with

Not too much to say

Mr. Bonkers leads a simple life

No motor car no house no wife

It's cold, he thinks

As he washes up in the sink

While the spiders go bananas

He slips into his new pajamas

And waits to be king





Mr. Bonkers the silent one,

Thinks of times when he was young

He could run so fast

He could win the prize





He tried and tried

To dial correctly,

But the President's number's

Not listed in the directory...

Directory....

Directory......



Look inside the door

You'll never hear him snore

Not a lot to do

But sit and stare at you

Something you should know

Before you say