Raindrops keep falling on my head,
Should be curled up inside instead.
Who needs a shower,
When this superpower,
Cleans me all up in the end.
A penguin who danced on the ice,
Who should’ve thought twice.
You see, the worlds got hot,
And melt its brought,
Who’d thought it would be their demise?
I miss Mushroom the cat,
She was glorious and fat.
A bit of a tart,
She captured our hearts.
But now she’s dead on the mat!
It all comes down to this,
To define an off-season full of bliss.
It’s not always pretty,
but we have to score fifty.
We better not bloody miss!