The first day after Christmas, the fuzztakus and I had a fight!
And so I chopped the spiked tree down, and burned it, just for spite!
And as for that old lombax, I shot that blasted lombax
The fuzz, the fuzz, the fuzztakus gave to me!
The second day after Christmas, I pulled on the old leather gloves
And very gently wrung the necks of the two Protopets.
The fuzz, the fuzz, the fuzztakus gave to me!
The third day after Christmas, my robot caught the croup;
I had to use the three morphed hens to make some chicken soup.
The loud taunters were a big mistake,
for their noises were obscene;
The five gold bolts were completely fake
and they turned my pockets green!
The sixth day after Christmas, the six cuddly hounds went astray;
I gave the whole darn pack to the A.S.P.C.A.
On the seventh day what a mess I found
All seven of the swimming piranahs drowned...
The fuzz, the fuzz, the fuzztakus gave to me!

The eighth day after Christmas, before they could suspect,
I bundled up the eight weapon vendors, nine robot shops,
Ten washed-up heros, 'leven exectutives,
Twelve crazy fangirls, and sent them back collect!
I told the 'takus, "I know fuzz fu",
and I before said in so many words,
"Furthermore to the assylums you have been refered!"