There once was an oversexed hedgehog
Who had eyes for an exuberant frog ~
They had themselves a good yuk
But then got stuck, just their luck ~
Green porcupine baby's home’s in a bog
So now everyone's waiting for my sillies
Though at times I'd like write about lilies
Have a sensitive heart
On a love I'd embark
Instead of writing about oversexed pygmies
Sometimes wonder if it's all worthwhile
Then your encouraging words cause me to smile
Like a goofy old geezer
An old geezer squeezer
Grinning like an oversexed eighty-toothed crocodile
Sometimes wonder if it's all worthwhile
Then your encouraging words cause me to smile
Like a goofy old geezer
An old geezer squeezer
Grinning like an oversexed eighty-toothed crocodile
Sometimes wonder if it's all worthwhile
Then your encouraging words cause me to smile
Like a goofy old geezer
An old geezer squeezer
Grinning like an oversexed eighty-toothed crocodile
Sometimes wonder if it's all worthwhile
Then your encouraging words cause me to smile
Like a goofy old geezer
An old geezer squeezer
Grinning like an oversexed eighty-toothed crocodile
Holy Crappola, I'm still on a roll
After eighty-one years, still a naughty old troll
Still love the ladies
Drool over them daily
Seems I'm an oversexed grandpa who's out of control
So now everyone's waiting for my sillies
Though at times I'd like write about lilies
Have a sensitive heart
On a love theme I'd embark
Instead of writing about oversexed pygmies
So now everyone's waiting for my sillies
Though at times I'd like write about lillies
Have a sensitive heart
On a love theme I'd embark
Instead of writing about oversexed pygmies
© Jack Ellison 2015
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