Isn’t is great, that I articulate   Isn’t it grand, that you can understand?   I don’t grunt, I don’t oink, I don’t even squeak or squawk   If I wanna say a something, I open up and talk   I can talk, I can talk talk talk, I can talk      I’m pop with perspicacity   I’m loaded with loquacity   My vocalized veracity is tops   Grammatically each pit of me is the verbalized epitome   My plethora of patter never stops      Isn’t is great, that I articulate   Isn’t it grand, that you can understand?   I don’t grunt, I don’t oink, I don’t even sqeak or squack   When I wanna say a something, I open up and talk   I can talk, I can talk talk talk, I can talk      Its wondrous and mystical   Im hardly egotistical   Because of this linguistical aplomb      But speaking quite pragmatically   My self esteem emphatically   Dramatically improved since I was dumb      Isn’t is great, that I articulate   Isn’t it grand, that you can understand   I don’t grunt, I don’t oink, I don’t even squeak or squawk   When I wanna say a something, I open up and talk   I can talk, I can talk talk talk, I can…      Spoken: (sheep) – why don’t you keep it down      I can talk!