I sing like a bard, at least I try hard,
The vibrations visible on my schlong.
The frequency determines as a rule,
When it shrinks or will be long.
The gods like my tale, they fart a gale,
Down on the earth below.
I get discounts to the whore house,
Free to fuck a foolish ho.
My songs are good, they give me food,
I sing a melody of tones.
One day my balls will be booked,
A miss join with hungry moans.
I dance to the tune, on a grassy dune,
My shawl fluttering in the flow.
The heaven showers bright pink flowers,
I breathe deep the fragrance slow.
