Little Timmy found a gun
In a parking lot
The school he goes to is still there
The principal is not

Little Timmy, after school
Went to buy some raisins
A pedophile came from behind
And leaned on him like crazy
One time, two times, three times
Did the pedophile repeat
Little Timmy, after this,
Could not sit down for weeks

Little Timmy rode the elevator
Everyday for fun
The cable snapped
Timmy was trapped
His father lost a son

Little Timmy dug a hole
And hit metal that shined
His arms are here his legs are there
Little Timmy hit a mine

Little Timmy found a bomb
And hid it in the stove
Grandma started baking pies
Her brains are now in Rome

Little Timmy found a mushroom
Ate it and got tired
He fell asleep and slept all day
An ambulance is not required

Little Timmy after school
Found some dynamite
With a BOOM and a BAM
And a very loud SLAM
His body was found black as night

Little Timmy was playing with planks
Soldiers nearby were playing with tanks
Everyone heard the crushing of bones
The soldiers are all now playing alone

Little Timmy found a rope
And brought the thing to school
all the students laughed and laughed
The teacher hung above a stool

Little Timmy, walking home, found an RPG
How unfortunate that is for flight 343

Little Timmy was looking for mermaids
Into the sea he threw hand grenades
Out of the water, no legs and no eyes
Came out a diver, to Timmy’s surprise

Little Timmy, after dinner, broke a fancy spindle
His mother didn’t get upset
Just waved him goodbye as he flew out the window

Little Timmy was baking a cake
Instead of fruit filling he put in grenades
Grandma cut it to see if it tasted fantastic
Removing the brains from the wall was too drastic

Little Timmy learned the art of kung-fu called Sun Zhi
A few of the moves he learned from Jet Li
With a screaming HA-YA and a swing of the foot
His father’s balls dripped down to his boots

Little Timmy learned the art of kung-fu called Sun Zhi
A few of the moves he learned from Jet Li
With a screaming HA-YA and a kick to the face
Grandma’s brains on the wall were hard to erase

Little Timmy heading home
Walking on the railroad tracks
The train that Timmy didn’t see
Was coming up almost too fast
It happened quickly, without sound
That nobody could see
Little Timmy’s little head
Rolling off behind a tree

Little Timmy found a rifle sometime in the fall
Grandma’s blood was very red, dripping down the wall

Little Timmy found a grenade
He wanted to know what it was
“Pull out the pin” said the family maid
It took them a week to find Timmy’s jaws

Little Timmy, after school, found an M16
It was a toy that Timmy, had never ever seen
His father said: “Pull on the trigger”, with a joyful sound
All the bullets left the clip, his father hit the ground

Little Timmy spend a day picking many apples
Little Timmy stepped on something that was made of metal
Little Timmy and his apples flew into the air
Little Timmy didn’t see that there’s a minefield there

Little Timmy strolled onto a construction site
And fell in a barrel of gas
A worker took out a smoke and a light
Timmy’s burns cannot be surpassed

Little Timmy stole some berries
From an old disgruntled lady
She laughed all day, it was quite scary
She covers them in poison daily

Little Timmy found a shotgun
Turned it upside down
Pushed the trigger with his foot
His brains will soon be on the ground

Little Timmy met a man
A necro-zoo-pedophile
He brought with him, a lot of things
But most, dead baby crocodiles

Little Timmy, for fun, was digging a hole
A man almost fell in and loudly he swore
He filled the big hole with a lot of cement
But he put Timmy in first, with a lot of content

Little Timmy loved his daddy so much
That he opened a gas valve in only one touch
His dad was sleeping with a slight snore
Yes he was snoring, but not anymore

Little Timmy was in a construction site
A crane was lifting some weight to a height
The weight was too much, the cable, it broke
Little Timmy, he died, and he did not choke

Little Timmy played in the park with some blocks
A cement mixer drove up and filled the sandbox
We cannot see Timmy, only his feet
Nothing else is sticking out from the concrete

Little Timmy, at the zoo, walked next to a cage
The lions again won’t be hungry with rage

Little Timmy, while playing, got lost in the woods
Looks like the bear gets to eat something good

Little Timmy’s mother spanked him with her hat
So late at night when she slept he grabbed a baseball bat
Now little Timmy doesn’t worry about his real strict mother
She’s lying in the hospital along with Timmy’s father

Little Timmy walked with care into an outside potty
He sat in there for way too long, too long for anybody
But everybody heard the scream and the awful splash-hit
Little Timmy isn’t coming out until they empty the shit