If you give Quatre kool aid

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