Disney Re Ducks, or Possibly Turkeys

The threatened second verse and chorus of the parody of Dixie Land have manifested themselves, and they smell of the lamp:

Dumb it down, to cater to the Friends Of Mickey;
No big words, and nothin’ tricky
Is the sole freakin’ goal of the ol’ Disney game.
Build a score from Reddi-wip™ and old marshmallow;
Hallmark™ rhymes—and keep it shallow;
Use the whole sugar bowl in the ol’ Disney game.

Is wit reborn with Disney? Hey, hey! No way!
Cole Porter’s dead and Coward’s fled before the tripe of the Disney.
Extol Sir Noel—it cuts no ice with Disney.
Let Cole cajole—it don’t mean squat to Disney.

Lyric © 2006 Nathaniel DesH. Petrikov

Oh, well. Just wait 'til next song!