Oh Fair Maiden, You fill my head With thoughts of head. I’m not too young to know And too hung not to know How it is that one unloads… What mean jack and spits And all those codes? All this I told my babysitter, Dolores, Who promptly exposed her fresh clitoris, And began to dig out her goo And finger the place that lets out poo. Then she freed And encircled my steed And urged it with pride to swell And I cried “Aw, hell! Aw, hell!” As forcefully my spheres ascended To release the force of my steed distended. And suddenly I with triumph shook, And spewed on her with a lusty look, Biting my lip and my hips shaking, (Though I’m certain she was faking.) And now that I’m experienced, I can teach Other little boys and girls how to reach That trembling tickle called release, That once they start, they’ll never cease.