Twinkle, Twinkle, Patrick Star! I made myself a sandwich, My mommy named it Fred. It tastes like beans and bacon, And smells like it's been dead. Writing stuff is hard so I use a pointy pencil, Pointy pointy pointy, pointy pointy point!!! P.U. what's that horrible smell?! I have a head, that ends in a point Pointy pointy pointy, pointy pointy point. This song is over, except for this line, You win this round, Broccoli! Pretty good eh? I'm confident that I'll win.