Mannfred, the Mighty
Oh Mannfred, my mighty caterpiller,
When it comes to love, you are a quota-filler.
You don't care if I am early or late,
You don't care if my world is full of hate.
You don't care if my workplace is a kennel.
You only want plenty of fennel.
I don't know if you are an anise swallowtail or a black,
I only know that evil you lack.
And when from your chrysalis you finally emerge,
In freeing you to the wild all my sins I will purge.