-----oo0oo-----Primal grunting sweaty lump
Driv'n by instinct, speaks in grunts
Runs like mindless clockwork toy
Look here comes, here comes..a boy!
Wishes hair where hair has none
Give him just a ball to kick
And other drooling boys like baseball
Boys flock in coenobitic groups,
(Larking's what they do quite well
But I digress from this eu-logy
Boys are brave when comes the fight
What's a boy (cheesy and ripe!)
It's all a gross calumny of course, we're not like that at all...
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