Beaker, oh Beaker, don't doubt my intentions.
For though my mind may have poor retentions.
My soul is good, and cleanly perverse, only for you.
Posessed by desires unbidden and stoaked anew.
The Cherry offers little in light of my lust.
Come only for me and my feltophilia you must!
And denigh that letching, sweet cherry slut!
If you give into her you'll only end up in the same old rut...
Shocked the mighty web mistress I have?
Wait till, at Beaker I wave my sharp, hardened staff!
Then her jaw will drop.
With an audible plop.
Yet another attacks with sophestries, my lust, my love?
Matters little, yet one more to jeer and to shove!
Beaker, oh Beaker, I've been gone too long.
Your sorrows I hear in a bitter, bitter song.
Forgive and forget, and I will be yours to do with as you please.
They cannot know how badly your heart I wish to seize.
Again the cherry slut tries to steal my beak away.
Don't listen to her lies, she wishes only to play.
Only one Raven, through all his faults has always been true.
And this raven, his heart, he lays out to you.
Lay and lay and lay
Thats all you want to do
It doth not make me stay
Last time you turned gay
Licked a lesbian
And turned into one!
So NO
No to the raven
Maybe to the child
the sexy girl looks good
Her boots,
I'm inspired
Hard to wear, but nice to touch
Rather like felt
My own special stuff
There a few admirers
But the quality is great
And its nearing the time
Where the beak must mate!
Raven, you dolt, just look what you've done?
You've broken the heart of the Beaked One.
That soft felty body, that sweet gentle heart
You've tossed him aside and ripped him apart.
See the tear stains upon those felt cheeks?
You've knocked him down hard from the top of love's peaks.
You should be ashamed, you dark hearted cad.
I've ne'er seen a muppet looking so sad.
His meep is not cheerful, his eyes sparkle not.
And all cuz you've kicked him from out of your cot.
Blame not a Cherry for causing your troubles.
All it would have taken on your part was bubbles.
A bottle of bubbles would bring him such cheer.
And maybe taken that stain off the felt by his ear.
I've seen him smile and lauygh once again.
Now, mayhaps you should beg him to forgive you your sin.
Pah! The cherry speaks of what she knows not!
I have always given the Beak a place in my cot!
If ever there was sin, if was from women.
The women who letch and claw, my beaks heart to win.
Beaker, my Beaker, look what I've brouth.
A crystal, nothing more, nothing less.
But... If you turn it this way, it can show you your dreams...
Do you want it? ...Then forget the women!
Bah, Raven spews lies to fill your ears.
He's the one who caused the tears.
He lost your heart
Right from the start
He's told you lies
And hid truth from your eyes.
He blames the women for his error
and brings baubles to ease your terror.
Forget the Raven, I beg you, Beak.
For only women can give what you seek.
Try as I might I canae win.
From this imagined sin.
I have always been true.
But thats not good enough for you.
If this is what it takes, tell me what to do?
I know full well your worth.
I have, to, from birth.
Raven, can you really say
on this and every other day
That to our beaker you'll be true
and beg him cleave only unto you?
He needs love and affection.
Read his words and gain direction.
Search within your heart so deep
and then just maybe you can keep
our felted andgel, out muppet frend.
And keep his love in the end.
Ah, Beak, my poor felted one.
I feel shame for what we've done.
We treat you like a pretty pawn.
The Beek inside is not yet gone.
Just hiding, shivering, feeling fear.
Ah, come now, I'll help, my dear.
I'll groom you, wash you, cuddle you, too.
Just tell us what you'd have us do?
Shall I feed you, pretty Beak?
Chicken and potatoes is what you seek?
I'll cook and groom and clean and cuddle.
I'll even let Raven into the huddle.
A team effort is what it takes.
Now who's going to help me make Beak's cakes?