Ooh, they're little bitty ones, are bitty ones
Now I'm gonna watch 'em divide, some more-a
Mi-croscope - amoeba's fun, ameoba's fun
'Plasm dripping off o' the slide, to floor-a

Vacuoles fill up, nucleus, always centered fine
Don't wanna drink a cup 'cus it's much dysent'ry inclined
My, my, ma-ag, ni-fy-a, flow!
P-p-p-pro-a tozoa

Look a little euglena, a-euglena
Green enough to photosynthesize, and glow-a
Sweepin' little tail see, it's flagell-y
And it's grown that pretty red eye, you know-a

Just a little soup, whip it up, in the petrie fine
I always get amused just how much they are intertwined
My, my, my, propel-a, go!
P-p-p-pro-a tozoa
P-p-p-pro-a tozoa

(music for solo microbes, frantically dividing into the hundreds of thousands)

Hey you paramecium, a me ci um
Are you just a slipper-y kind, a shoe-a?
Is it s-s-silly huh? c-cilia?
Possessor of an extra nuclei, got two-a

Makin' micro-pond dangerous, armed with little spines
You're shootin' trichocysts at a touch like a porcupine
My, my, my, aye a-im, score!
M-m-m-m-m-m-m-my, my, my, aye-a-aim, score!
P-p-p-pro-a tozoa
P-p-p-pro-a tozoa
P-p-p-pro-a tozoa
P-p-p-pro-a tozoa

(Music raises to crescendo; division become more frantic until entire view is filled like a micro-horror movie; guitar beat resumes; microbes march out in billions of pairs)

Ooooooo-ohhh, pro-a tozoa
Ooooooo-ohhh, pro-a tozoa
Ooooooo-ohhh, pro-a tozoa