A.K.A. "The Fingernail Chewer."
Every morning he'd holler, "YUM!"
As he chewed from pinkie to thumb.
Sometimes he'd spit, sometimes he wouldn't,
But fast for a day, why that he couldn't.
His teeth were worn, his nails all bit,
So he ate his hands and then his pits.
His heels were next and then his thigh,
He ate his neck; he ate his eyes,
His ribs, his belly, his hair, and nose,
He chewed his shoulders, enjoyed his toes.
Now Buggy Brewer is just a mouth,
And last I heard he was heading south.
