If you give Quatre kool aid
If you give Quatre kool aid
Of course he will prefer tea
But to be polite of course he
Will drink it all when it's made
If Duo doesn't get to it first
Especially when he's dying of thirst
Quatre who has drank his glass
And is now trying to impersonate grass
Is bouncing off the walls
Up and down the halls
Trowa chases after him
But that sugar coated whim
To scream at the top of his lungs
And hang off the ladder rungs
Upside down no less
Leaving in his wake a sugary mess
As duo laughs
And Trowa gasps
Quatre giggles and wiggles
As they all declare no more kool aid
It's never again to be made
