My Mutant Racing Roach

I was looking for my broom
In my freaky blue room
When my pet mutant roach
Was lost from his coach.

Was his feed too strong
Or may be I went wrong
May be it was the vanila
That I added to the formula

Oh, now he is quite hyper
As poisonous as a viper.
Now I need to kill
a roach the size of a pill


Though tiny for his size
He is quite a prize
In any laboratory
He'd be a celebrity

Oh whats that ?
My roach is quite fat
Big as a tea-time table
And now he is quite able.

There goes my racing roach
And my chance as its coach
For the neighbourhood race
In which I have lost face.

Oh, no! He will have to go
This mutant roach is a no, no
One strike of my knife
Will surely take its life.

So I took my laser knife
and I took its worthless life
And now it is truly really dead
Without its ugly deranged head.