A fumpquadrillion years ago
There was a baby rock.
He was tiny, like a pebble,
And musical, like Bach.
The baby stone would sing and moan
Some songs, both longs and shorts.
His first record went multi-platinum,
Not bad for a teenage quartz.
As he aged, his music differed,
In its lyrics, its style, its tone.
This June you might just see him on
The cover of Rolling Stone.
Baby Rock was an instant success.
He’s got some considerable clout,
And he just wanted me to remind you
To stay tough and to baby rock out.
The Daily Travesty 