My favourite things

To the tune of My favourite things.

Short cuts that leave all the front bastards trailing,
Misleading directions leaving short cutters wailing,
Slippery slopes where hounds flounder in shit,
These are some things that appeal to my wit

When my lungs sting, and my back aches,
And I’ve broken down,
I cheer myself up with my favorite things,
And get myself a down down