Veruca's Nutcracker Sweet

Bad nut.

Veruca salt, the debutante, she's always screaming 'i want, i want
We hope she wants last months chow mein. As she jetes down the garbage drain.

Veruca salt, the silly cow, her maddening mantra was 'now, now, now
But now hang a bell on the little brute as she par de bourees down the bad nut chute.

Yes now she joins the trash below, so spoiled and so rotten
The fishy from a week ago some giant lump forgotten
A bacon rind, some left out lard
A loaf of bread gone stale and hard
A rotten peach, a reeky pear, the thing the cat left on the stair.

Veruca salt the pampered miss, will now fouette to a foul abyss
So take a whiff for its awfully ripe. Her new address the sewer pipe.

Stomach in chest out
Wonka, do something!
I can't her posture's terrible!

Veruca salt, the selfish tot, was never good with the things she got
Its not just vicious veruca's fault
This rancid recipe demands another dash of salt.

Blame her father and her mother that veruca will reside
With the rubbish and the other wasteful things she tossed aside
To the others we'd be quicker, see the squirrels they are swarming
Cos recycling was beneath her she's the cause of global warming.

Veruca salt, the wicked witch was soon develop a nasty itch
We'll soon hear a twit screaming 'mine all mine!
From deep down below, where the sun don't shine!

Bad nut.