Poor little Carver, captured by the herders
Harnessed 'bove the boiling water
Watching them threaten to shove that girder
With their wicked and mighty haughter
Poor little Carver, frightened of all those nasty bumble bees
Buzzing and a droning just on cue
So they don't know who to go after like those zombies,
making him change his colours till he's right on hue
Poor little Carver, far from home
Thrown by chance into a nasty pit
he's there carving against drone after drone
oh how he wishes he had that emergency kit!
Poor little Carver,
it aint getting less harder.