TARAKO
Tarako... Tarako... Tarako... Tarako...
Whenever I'm hungry, the TARAKO come around...
The TARAKO come with friends, each time...
They always put on their creepy little TARAKO hats...
And move out, trying to invade my house as if it was a piece of pie to eat.
Before I notice, they're outside my window.
And then... They are inside my house...
TARAKO, TARAKO, tons of TARAKO
TARAKO, more, more TARAKO, even more
TARAKO is coming near...
TARAKO, TARAKO, please, no more.
Even more little TARAKO
are coming for me...
TARAKO, more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more
more, more, more TARAKO...
Then they rip a finger off me...
Whenever I cook some pasta, I know what's going to happen...
They come in slowly, in a straight line.
They put on their cute, yellow faces of evil.
Cute faces. Adorable faces. Charming faces.
Before I notice, they are on my shoulders...
Just a second later, tons and tons of them are on my plate!
Then they rip an arm off me...
TARAKO, TARAKO, tons of TARAKO
TARAKO, more, more TARAKO, even more
TARAKO is coming near...
TARAKO, TARAKO, please, no more.
Even more little TARAKO
are coming for me...
TARAKO, more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more
more, more, more TARAKO...
I can await them all year...!
They always come about. In a red, evil mass...
A mass that is squishy, squishy, squelchy, squelchy, squicky, squicky...
All the TARAKO has come for me.
They invade my mouth immediately.
The following night, they invade my dreams.
Then they slowly eat my mind.
Tons, tons tons of little TARAKO in my head.
Tons of TARAKOs, little, cute, evil TARAKOs
in my mouth.
Tons of little TARAKO, eating my whole brain...
Tons, tons of little, cute TARAKO.
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