This is not a love song
It’s about the other thing
It’s about a maiden Mary
And what she did with piglet Harry
It’s about a young man lusty
And why it was you could not trust he
In the tale’s a postman wicked
Stamps were not what he lick-ed
It’s about a cow so sensual
Her sexy moo could rouse a pencil
But worst of all was Senator Bong
And what he did, ding dong.
