When Angelico worked in cerise, 
               For the angel he painted his neice. 
                    In a heavenly trance 
                    He pulled off her pants, 
               And erected a fine alter-piece. 

There was a gay dog from Ontario 
            Who fancied himself a Lothario. 
                At a wench's glance 
                He'd snatch off his pants 
            And make for her Mons Venerio. 

An opera singer named Black 
            Would fuck anything with a crack: 
                Sidewalks and board fences, 
                Young goats and cheese blintzes, 
            And the cheekiest man in his claque. 

There is a young nurse in Japan
Who lifts men by their pricks to the pan.
A trick of Jujitsu
And either this shits you
Or makes you feel more like a man. 

The young things who frequent picture palaces 
               Have no use for this psycho-analysis. 
                    And although Doctor Freud 
                    Is distinctly annoyed 
               They cling to their old-fashioned fallacies.