In the quaint English village of Worcester 
               Lived a little red hen and a rooster. 
                    A coquettish glance 
                    She acquired in Framce 
               Gave him ants in his pants, and he goosed her. 

There was a young lady of Michigan, 
                                        Who said, "Damn it! I've got the itch again." 
                                                      Said her mother, "That's strange, 
                                                      I'm surprised it ain't mange, 
                                        If you've slept with that son-of-a-bitch again." 

                    There was a young lady who came from Decatur,
                            
                    Sang like a bird in a movie theater.
                            An alley cat heard
                            Her sing like a bird,
                            
                    So he snuck in her room and he ate her.
                            

There was a young man of Madras 
            Who was having a boy in the grass. 
                Then a cobra-capello 
                Said, "Hello, young fellow!" 
            And bit a piece out of his ass. 

Part 9 of 12
   
                    One day he was dared to perform
                            
                    The William Tell Overture Storm,
                            But naught could dishearten
                            Our spirited Spartan,
                            
                    For his fart was in wonderful form.