Lambseydiveydo!
or
You don't have this problem with a gnu.

If on a pitchfork you would sit,
Whilst hippos danced around,
And jump around and yodel a bit,
My word you are unsound!

But that is not the Sausage Man,
As he and PK quest,
Along the highway of the world,
And over Cranium's nest.

The FoxyFoxy cannot complain,
Of flimsyflomsyfloo,
And warm rice pudding cannot wail,
As well as a gnu.

Whilst on a road, a car they found,
A-lying by the side,
They took it with a mallow head,
As the moose driver had died.

The white lines of eternity,
And cannot even drool,
The Sausage Man walrused 'Oh Damn!',
We have run out of fuel.

Into a garage they pulled in,
Where they found PK's shell,
They noticed that the petrol station,
Was curiously enough called
Texaco.

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