My love, they are a chirping bird,
A sparrow or a pigeon,
And every single time we kiss,
I swear I get religion.
My love, they are a hedgehog dear,
With spines so sharp and prickly,
When we walk paw in paw,
It often can be trickily.
My love, they are a supple worm,
Squirming in the grass,
We like to roll about in dirt,
And take it up the ass.
Avery Cassell 