Yo yo it’s time
For Political_Slime
She ain’t your average mod
She’s a green slimy god
Known all about corn
Since she was born
Knows a rap about millet
When she sings it she kills it
Got too many Squidwards
She belongs in a psych ward
Heard she’s up to eighty-one
And she still i’nt done
Somewhere in Massachusetts
Is where this cool gal sits
In a swamp like an ogre
But she ain’t quite as vulgar
Used to be a moderator
Then she quit, see ya later
Now the new mods run the show
Slime ain’t around no mo’.
But she ain’t left our hearts
Nor our green Lego parts
Coolest mod she’ll be
Till she’s a hundred and three.