There once was a Cutter from China That could make a slit, oh so fina 'Till the day that she sliced Through a paddy of rice, and stepped upon a landmina. Then there was that cutter from Guam that lopped off his pipe for a bomb He stuffed his severed pud, but fuse, installed, turned dud Until a friend pushed their car alarm. God, then there was that lad from Vermont That was on the team just for his bunt 'Till he chopped off his legs at a party with kegs To nose level his Sheila's cunt.