Mole Bad News Song

Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over that mole on your face.
Moles just happen; they aren't your fault,
But that little beauty is quite a disgrace.

Hey, friend, you're still a good person.
You wear your heart right on your sleeve, but,
You have got to fix that,
Or your friends will up and leave.

There's no way you don't see it,
I know your house ain't dark.
And don't you kid yourself it's,
It's not a beauty mark.

Beauty marks are little and cute.
Like Cat.

It's really really gross when we're at the table,
And I have to look at that ugly brown zit.
Every bite of my tuna sandwich,
Makes me feel like I'm tasting it.

So do yourself and your pals a favor.
Have your doc fire up this laser,
And aim it at that nasty beaut,
Or all your friends will continue to puke.
That means throw up.