Lletres: Ween. The Grobe.

Sometimes the ones you hold so close can make you cry
but it's a pain in the ass to let 'em go
with a battered wish you hoped that the monkey wore a tie
but it's no surprise to find he don't

put the pointed pencil in the pepper-po
and take a little sniff of the things below
bring it to a boil and simmer low
put the noodle on the griddle as it climbs the Grobe

watch the worker shield his heart from the world outside
didn't get a chance to let him know
Alsace is spinning fast and wine mixed with the tide
please don't let my brain explode

put the pointed pencil in the pepper-po
and take a little sniff of the things below
bring it to a boil and simmer low
put the noodle on the griddle as it climbs the Grobe