Who me? Jealous of Jim Bob, no way
I just don’t like his rules,
His rules stink,
They were set up to make me fail
And how they will fail.
I do these things for attention
And no, I don’t have wings, I float.
Maybe I use magic, of course….not
I’m not a unicorn.
You see, wonderful me,
That his rules don’t limit me
That’s stupid or I won’t play
Fair play and rules
Are for humans and chumps.