Joe is my sloth, he has three toes
He flips me off when I say he’s slow
It makes me wroth just knowing that he doesn’t really have to be so…


SLOW! When he gives me the birdie
SLOW! He just does it to hurt me
Any blessed way he can find


Joe doesn’t run, He doesn’t try
He just hangs like a furry statue
But it’s on, when tempers fly
Then he’s throwing his feces at you


POO! Quickly flies in a flurry
POO! Got to duck in a hurry
Or you’ll be hit somewhere in the face

Got to get me a two toed sloth

I asked for two, they gave me three
I was a fool and was not aware
Things I knew I didn’t see
Now that I do I am often scared


Sloths, aren’t such cuddily critters
Sloths, have left me with the jitters
Keeping Joey troubles my mind


Got to get me a two toed sloth
Got to get me a two toed sloth


Joe had to go, he took a ride
I do not know where you may find him
Another Joe? Well maybe I could get another kind in time… Hmmm?


The sloth for me I will choose
If its toes are paired in twos
That will be the day