We the Klebs are being victimised. We're hungry down here. It's dark and you won't send down any starch to ease our plight.
You say we're bad. Not true. Everyone else can get along with us, why can't you.
You say we're bad, and that we keep bad company.
We're not bad. We're just misunderstood (by your immune system)
You're the mutant, not us, you and your stuffed B27.
You're in the minority you know - most of your fellow B27's don't hate us like you do.
Come on - let us have something to eat - just a little bit of fruit cake - how much can that hurt!
Cheers David
