Twinkle, twinkle, Patrick Star.
I made myself a sandwich.
My mommy named it Fred.
It tastes like beans and bacon,
And smells like it's been dead.
Writing stuff is hard
So I use a pointy pencil
Pointy, pointy, pointy.
Pointy, pointy, point.
P.U., what's that horrible smell?
(Drum solo)
I have a head, It ends in a point.
Pointy, pointy, pointy.
Pointy, pointy, point.
This song is over except for this line.
You win this round, Broccoli!
I like it.