Weetbix

There is a Weet-Bix loose in town
His witty beak burns buildings down
He seeks the mayor, who hides in fear
His Weet-Bix cues are in arrears
His Weet-Bix cues are in arrears
Weet-Bix burn, Weet-Bix kill
Colonel Gadget's pork chop hill
Rise up from your plagues of oppression
Rise up, you Weet-Bix, rise and fight
Rise up, you sots, and fight like men
Weet-Bix hearts are beating loud
The battle's lost, the fields are ploughed
With Weet-Bix blood oozing