The Charger and the Saucepan went to play
A most filthy and brain-spattered game,
They took a pipe bomby, and plenty of zombies,
Wrapped up in the Smoker’s tongue.
The Charger looked up the darkened alleyway
And flexed his really big fist.
“O heavy Saucepan! O Saucepan my glove!
What a lovely fit for my huge hand
huge hand
huge hand
What a lovely fit for my huge hand!”

Saucepan clanged to the Charger, “You dirty great man!
How blisteringly fast you run!
O let us play Versus! too long without purpose:
But which map shall we choose to play on?”
They gamed away, for six hours and a day,
To the level where the bridge gets blown up
And there in a closet a Survivor hid scared
With a health pack desperate in her mitts,
Her mitts,
Her mitts,
With a health pack desperate in her mitts.

“Dear Survivor, are you willing to sell for life itself
Your friends?” Said the Survivor, “Hell yes.”
So they took her away, and ate her brain the next day
Along with Bill who lived on the hill.
They dined on Francis, and slices of Louis
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in pan, on the edge of the bridge
The Air Force blew them away,
Away,
Away,
The Air Force blew them away.