My boy Malaprop—
When his talks starts, I wish he’d stop.
When he speaks, he gets gaffey
And then folks get laughy.

Oh no! my boy Malaprop,
Never ever speak, please,
You will get a speak-tease.
Don’t start—it you’ll blow.

They’ll snub you, they’ll snub you, they’ll snub you, so
My advice is: do not crow.
They’ll tease you, they’ll tease you, they’ll tease you, so
A phonemic fiasco.

My boy, Malaprop,
When your talk starts, I wish you’d stop.
You get your words all tied up;
List’ners don’t know which side’s up.
Close it, Malaprop.

They’ll snub you, they’ll snub you, they’ll snub you, so
Keep your voce sotto.
They’ll tease you, they’ll tease you, they’ll tease you, so
Avoid that imbroglio.

My boy, Malaprop,
When your talk starts, I wish you’d stop.
You get your words all tied up;
The quotient of “deride”’s up.

Close it, Malaprop,
Stow it, Malaprop,
Crow nix, Malaprop.