A Jazzy Sweater

I heard one day there was a jazzy sweater His name was Fishy Greg Foosh Foosh The 23rd I searched for a long time throughout Dudetown Until finally one day he was found, found He told me I was a Sweatermin like you But my love for sweaters grew and grew If you knit 100 sweaters in a row Finally a sweater you will grow I started knitting in my living room With pinks and purples and reds and greens too And as I got to 99 I wondered Did I want to be a sweater for the rest of my life But then I found out it was too late I had turned into a sweater already And then I wondered how I'd get out And thankfully I figured out how All I had to do was bake a pie With apples, cherries and some key lime And then when it was out the oven I put on a plate after dinner And as I turned back into me Everyone cheered because I was free Finally no more disguise I screamed out loud Thank you to my pie, ooh yeah Thank you to my pie Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh whoa, oh yeah