Isn’t is great, that I articulate
Isn’t it grand, that you can understand?
I don’t grunt, I don’t oink, I don’t even squeak or squawk
If I wanna say a something, I open up and talk
I can talk, I can talk talk talk, I can talk

I’m pop with perspicacity
I’m loaded with loquacity
My vocalized veracity is tops
Grammatically each pit of me is the verbalized epitome
My plethora of patter never stops

Isn’t is great, that I articulate
Isn’t it grand, that you can understand?
I don’t grunt, I don’t oink, I don’t even squeak or squawk
When I wanna say a something, I open up and talk
I can talk, I can talk talk talk, I can talk

Its wondrous and mystical
I'm hardly egotistical
Because of this linguistical aplomb

But speaking quite pragmatically
My self esteem emphatically
Dramatically improved since I was dumb
	
Isn’t is great, that I articulate
Isn’t it grand, that you can understand
I don’t grunt, I don’t oink, I don’t even squeak or squawk
When I wanna say a something, I open up and talk
I can talk, I can talk talk talk, I can…

Spoken: (sheep) – why don’t you keep it down

I can talk!