I am Tu-can San!

Has he frost the loops?
Can he eat or find hoops?
Can he talk at all,
Or if he speaks does he drawl?
Is he retarded or dumb?
Has he bought a cookie crumb?
He'll just harass us there,
Misunderstood or unaware?

He learned to make coloring materials,
In the eight synthetic cereals,
Where he unravelled soda lime,
For a breakfast in good time.

Homebodies taunt him,
He just declares at the world,
Enchanting his fruit loops,
That he soon will add swirls.

Now the grime is here,
For Tucan San to dread lawsuits,
Repentence for many great disputes,
Kills the laypeople he depraved.

Homebodies taunt him,
They must return their boxes,
Angry people yelp at him,
Milk cows have been avenged.

Heavy loops of bread,
Kills his victims instead,
Stunning as fast as it can,
Tucan San lives 'till slain!