Wieder einmal vollgestopft und pappsatt,
fläzt er verdauend auf seiner Lagerstatt.
Hat schon ein ganz schönes Bäuchlein bekommen,
und in den letzten Wochen zehn Kilo zugenommen.
Ihm wächst durch die Völlerei ein Fetthügel in der Leibesmitte,
auch sonst wird er weich wie eine süße Sahneschnitte.
(Stuffed once again and full to the brim,
He lounges on his bed, digesting and dim.
A fine little belly has already grown,
And twenty-two pounds in few weeks he has known.
Through his gluttony, a mound of fat rises right in his core,
As he turns soft like a sweet cream puff, more and more.)
He lounges on his bed, digesting and dim.
A fine little belly has already grown,
And twenty-two pounds in few weeks he has known.
Through his gluttony, a mound of fat rises right in his core,
As he turns soft like a sweet cream puff, more and more.)
