Those crazy Rascals, pretty hammy
Those crazy Rascals showed no mast’ry
Of nascent cinematic craft, gee!
Those crazy Rascals in their jammies
ere base-greed hackers getting’ spammy

Those crazy Rascal sure were making
A crazy number of films; achin’
Me, brayin’ with laughter when gapin’
Then came an episode ’bout bakin’
With crazy Buckwheat, what is shakin’?

I saw him choppin’ “ground round,” but then
Needed a doubletake, so I looked again
I thought I saw a thumb and said, “What’s the deal?”
What did I gawk that would be last meal?
Was that a knee bit? I said, “Holy shit!!”

Sly, crazy Buckwheat’s bakin’ Spanky
But wastin’ first did he of Spanky
So tasty will be bakin’ Spanky
They’ll place him with ham in the pantry
Then grazing on mashed yams and Spanky

This, way worse than the bacon-maker
In crazy flick bac [sic] in the 80’s
It’s named “Motel Hell”; bacon-maker
Was named Vincent, a crazy waster
Of dames and men. . .became bacon, wurst

Those lazy Rascals were saturnine
But were they converted when they sat to dine
Alfalfa starting hackin’ one of two teats
That was so tasty, fat, and sweet
And then he chewed it, swallowed, noshed a new tit

Those crazy Rascal ain’t yet spankin’
The ape—they’re still to young for wankin’
But ape are they for Spank, and thankin’
That crazy Buckwheat; they’re all bankin’
That they won’t be the next for shankin’

Sly, crazy Buckwheat loves his bakin’
He brays, “What sup” when he is making
A tasty bake for all to take in
He wastes Porky next. . .
How nominally appropriate!