Gingerbread

My mom lost her mind this week
She tried out mob mentality
She’s a natural cuz she’s very strong
In this case oh god she was really wrong
All the Moo Moms say:
Well, well, well you’re goin to hell
Cuz you’re not like us and we can tell
We’ll take your magic, burn your books
Cuz we don’t like your witchy looks
Since we’ve got a roaring blaze
We may as well burn you at the stake
MOO — moo, moo, moo — MOO
Your mom likes psychology
Won’t listen, she just spouts theory
But this week she’s paying attention
To groundings and parental fascism
All the Moo Moms say:
Well, well, well you’re goin to hell
Cuz you’re not like us and we can tell
We’ll take your magic, burn your books
Cuz we don’t like your witchy looks
Since we’ve got a roaring blaze
We may as well burn you at the stake
MOO — moo, moo, moo — MOO
Perhaps the biggest casualty in this whole kerfuffle is Amy
She’s a rat, she’s a rat, she’s a rat
All the Moo Moms say:
Well, well, well you’re goin to hell
Cuz you’re not like us and we can tell
We’ll take your magic, burn your books
Cuz we don’t like your witchy looks
Since we’ve got a roaring blaze
We may as well burn you at the stake
MOO — moo, moo, moo — MOO