Abandoned at birth, raised by goblin dogs, and adopted by druids, killed by a bat swarm
Children’s Rhymes about Manhead
Momma Licktoad’s Duece
We be Licktoads but what is that?
Momma Licktoad grunted and shat.
Plop and flop goes the ugly turd.
And Momma Licktoad screams a curse word.
Her poop has a tiny mouth and eyes.
It’s a fugly baby in disguise.
Heave it, throw it, leave it outside
Hide it, bury it, all that we tried.
We tell you now that ain’t right
Little freak head is such a sight.
Leave us alone, stay far away.
Or we’ll stab you dead today.
left for dead.
we all dread.
go drop dead.