Banana Boy from Teatime Terrors by Monsieur Pompier's Travelling Freakshow

Banana Boy did a very bad thing - pushed a girl off a swing
He smiled as she fell to the floor on her face - such a devilish disgrace

But as the night time fell he saw his little finger turn from flesh to green then to a ripened yellow
Soon it was evident, he would transform into a banana-banana-boy!

Banana Boy made a second mistake - he put worms in a cake!
The birthday was ruined and the children got ill but it gave him a thrill

Just as the night before, a second yellow fellow sprung out of his hand, he felt conspicuous
This was too much for him, he did not want to be a banana-banana-boy

Banana Boy stole a labrador's lunch, now his hands in a bunch
He paid for his crimes with the use of his fists now he twitches and twists

Don't shake him by the hand, don't try to pull his finger
It's not edible and it could be contagious,
Stay on the straight and narrow, and live your life unlike that banana-banana-boy

Banana Boy tried to set himself free but it was not to be
He sliced at the fruit with a knife and a saw but no blood would it draw

Banana Boy made a final foray and got carried away,
He tugged at the tail of a pretty pussycat and she clawed apart the brat

Take my advice my friends, for if you dilly-dally you might find yourself
With popping peeling feelers,
Save your appendages and don't go kicking cats like
Banana-banana-banana-banana-banana-banana-boy

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