Now I lay my down to sleep,
I pray my penis I will keep,
And if I wake and its gone,
I hope to find it on the lawn.
I hope the dog that's running free,
Dosen't see that little part of me,
Many precatuions I must take,
To keep this part I love to shake.
Much attention I must pay,
To assure I put the knives away,
The mover, chain saw, the hatcher too,
Why there's no telling what she'd do.
To rid of my manly charm,
I must keep it safe, away from harm,
So I cross my fingers, as I close my eyes,
and I cross my legs to avoid surprise!
Senast modifierad: 11 augusti, 1997 av Joakim Norberg