Some genes I spliced--
The resulting creature croaks and squeals.
Some genes I spliced--
The resulting creature's taupe and teal.
Yeah, I got myself a toad-mouse;
It's gonna have a meal. . .good dine.

Yeah, a snack for the toad-mouse
Is Gouda, Dutch and gold.
Yeah, a snack for the toad-mouse
Got goss'mer wings I'm told.
And as for the peepin',
It's gettin' kinda old.

It's a toad, lazy toad,
What is not toad is rod-
ent. So what have I growed?
It's a "road." Right or wrong.

I got a "road"; that's a bon mot
That's portmanteau'd.
Don't bite.
Toad-mouse, mouse-toad,
In commode, the peeping
Part likes to jump
And then take a little dip.
But the squealin' part
Fears peerin' past the peepot lip.
Shows fright.

Academics, academics
On my work frown, garbed in their gowns.
"Knave ain't witty,
Knave lacks pity!" they sound.

They don't joke. . .think it's morbid
That I've got half whelk, half deer.
They don't joke. . .think my orbit
Is a planet far from here.
The future's uncertain
For my biotech career.

Out of town I've been rode.
On the road with my "road."
They'll be showed when I've growed
Nematodes five miles long.