SHH! i see an emu   it must be an emu i see   whenever i see an emu   the emu runs from me      i truly love emus   i just want one to keep   it would make me happy   my love for them is deep      so this time when i see him   i will be so good   this time when i see him   i will not throw wood      here comes the moment   of truth in the emu's mind   will he run as usual   or in a circle will it wind      i run screaming towards the emu   careful to not kill it   i jump and try to catch it   then my arm, it bit      this is much pain i tell you   i wish this emu was not mean   much much much much bleeding   i think i have gangrene      now the emu runs   i throw rocks at its head   forget being nice   i may well be dead      i wish the emu had not bit me   it was a sad story you see   i am no longer an emu liker   but an emu hater, that is me      they are evil little creatures   that run very much   they are tricky nasty critters   i hate them very much