"Down on the Bunnyhole"
I met once a gal, a zoologist kind
She's a fanatic one
I live in town but make up my mind
An' leave my cans
She asks me to her an' I do my best
To follow my nature
She takes my hand an' runs to forest
to show her treasure
We throw ourselves down 'cause she wants
The covers she undo
She shows me her bunnyhole she's found
There's a bunny, too
She asks, if I go down an' take a rabbit
"I'm too big!," I say
But I take a long stick an' us it
"Silly boy", she says
An' then
DOWN ON THE BUNNYHOLE
I stick
DOWN ON THE BUNNYHOLE
Screams "Stop!"
DOWN ON THE BUNNYHOLE
But I go on
DOWN ON THE BUNNYHOLE
"If you ain't stop I will come", she says
An' quetly moans
"Don't hurt my bunny down there!", she prays
An' she comes
I take my stick off an' trow to bushes
She likes my move
We get up an' clean our mossy trousers
An' we only leave – the place