There's this being that moves, staccato;
moves so swift, he has no shadow,
his demeanor has no, "check"...

..with his senses always reelin';
knock you down, with no hard feelin's;
Mr. Gizmo's had a wreck!

No rhyme, or reason for each antic,
he'll leave your "fung-shue~", something frantic...
..make your heart go, "golly, heck"!

A hurricane's about to happen,
soon your patience will be snappin';
Mr. Gizmo's had a wreck!

His lone, forward-gear is, "manic",
his wake through life, at best, is panic;
his whole aura is, "hi-tech";

he needs a "smack" across his nose-snout,
he's the last dog you'd want, "let out";
Mr. Gizmo's had a wreck!

He likes to think, you're glad to see him;
fool himself, you'd wish, to be him...
..how you feel cannot, affect;

set to go, and there's no stoppin',
he will surely keep you hoppin'...
..Mr. Gizmo's had a wreck!