Fred

How many planets are there How many sides to a square Don't even bother to stare Because I don't really care I'm on a boat with my fish He makes me wish I had a dish To put him on 'Cause he is dead And his name is Fred And he used to get fed But now he is dead Yes He is dead And his name was Fred And he used to get fed But now he is dead How many meals are there in a day How many planes in the sky when I look away Will the sun rise or the moon if I pray At the end of the day It doesn't matter anyway Now the sun's coming up From my red coffee cup Take another sip From my evil twin's right pinky fingertip 'Cause he is dead And his name is Fred And he used to get fed But now he is dead Yes He is dead And his name was Fred And he used to get fed But now he is dead