Jorunn is still at Røros. :~

So Ronery
I am so ronery,
so ronery.
So ronery and sadry alone.
Yet noone,
just me onry.
Sitting on my rittle thwone

I work wery hard and make up gweat pwans.
But nobody ristens, no one understands.
Seems like no one takes me seriousry.

And so:
I’m ronery.
I’m real ronery.
Poor rittle meeeeeeeeeee.

There’s nobody, I can rerate to,
feel rike a bird in a cage.
It’s kinda sirry, but not rearry
beacause it’s firring my body with rage.

I’m the smartest most crever most physicarry fit
but nobody ewse seems to rearise it.
When I change the world maybe they’ll notice me.
And until then, I’ll just be ronery, a rittle ronery,
poor rittle meeeeeeeee
I’m so roneryyyyyyyy..

Thank you a million times not, Trey Parker. You got it all inside my head! If I only could get my ass around and get the whole ‘Team America’-thingie out of there it would be fine, but I can’t.