This is looking pretty dumb, pretty dumb:
series that’s got a tiny Yoda.
No, don’t think that I am gonna run, gonna run
to check out the mythical Mandalore, naw!

Looks kinda like schlock and, I must say, a waste of time.
Don’t think I’d like it much; I eschew this stuff by design.
I’m not gonna view
B-B-B-Baby Yoda.

This looks worse than “Oprah,” yes it surely does,
but she is much bigger then tiny Yoda.
Why folks watch, a mystery is to me.
You’re trying to get me to try the Yoda.

But it looks like schlock and, I must say, a waste of time.
Don’t think I’d like it much, and I ain’t gonna change my mind:
I ain’t going to
B-B-B-Baby Yoda.

No! You’re gonna give one to me, give to me,
and then one will be all mine, tiny Yoda.
Why do you pester me, pester me?
In the trash you’re gonna find tiny Yoda.

I’m taking a walk outside to the trash bins near mine…
open the lids and what among all the stuff do I find
inside there? A slew
of B-B-Baby Yodas,
b-b-b-batch o’ Yodas,
b-b-bin full o’ Yodas,
w-w-w-waste-bin Yodas,
a-b-b-bandonded Yodas,
b-b-basura Yodas.