Braid your cheeks into your chin
Stretch your skull, then make a grin
Take an ear around your tongue
Take a look you're almost done
Rotate your nose, then pleat the eyes
Your entire head must be this size
Loop your ear around your tongue
Take a look you're almost done
The skin is merely clay
To fold and display
Observe my facial disarray
Observe my facial disarray
An ancient art now born anew
Convert my face and flesh askew
Behold my grimace, it's a boat
I'm trying not to gloat
The biggest grin I correlate
To separate this un-headlike shape
Potato-san has not a clue
For I can fold my face like goo
My art remains unknown
As I twist my soggy bones
I hide my drooping face in shame
I hide my drooping face in shame
Someone once told me if
I keep making that face
It's going to stay that way
No one understands
Why do people shriek when
They see my face folding
No one understands me
Once was a man who lived on that hill
Made different faces every day
People did fear but still he ignored
The warnings of the town folklore
Late in the night came a terrible moan
And he came lurching down the hill
To his dismay, his face stayed that way
And he was never seen again