Professor Nutbutter’s House of Treats

[Verse 1]
C'mon, kiddies, gather round
Who's your foremost friend in town?
From Main to Maple the name resounds
Professor Nutbutter
He's the one, the humble one
The Barkley County prodigal son
Here to serve only you
Professor Nutbutter

[Verse 2]
At old Nutbutter's house of treats, from jellied jams to sacks of sweets
There's creamy and nutatious spreads for all
Chemist, master of entomology the professor for a modest fee
Will cure what ails you, guaranteed Professor Nutbutter

[Chorus]
It's alright to fear the worm

[Verse 3]
C'mon, kiddies, don't be shy
Be youthful 'till the day you die
The man, the myth, the magic of
Professor Nutbutter
He's the one, the only one
The Meeklyville prodigal son
Here to help us with ourselves
Professor Nutbutter

[Outro]
It's alright to fear the worm
(It's-it's okay to f.. to fear the worm
I myself have no, uh, problems with the worm
Not all its properties are going to be, uh, appreciated by the human body itself
Though in certain situations, I would fear what-what, uh, ramifications, um, could occur
Fear the, uh...fear the temptation of the worm is probably more appropriate for this particular scenario
The, um...it's-it depends on what you want, I suppose, it really depends on what you want...)