And now, his end is near,
After his face has had my spurtin'.
He bends; I give a cheer;
His little place parts like a curtain.

My pike will make him full,
Inside the breech, the Hershey highway.
I bore, I bore this kid.
I'm diddling my waif.

These pets: I've quite a few,
I use them to get kids' attention.
I've diddled a large small crew,
And now I'm blue. . .might face detention.

I scammed to avoid tort,
I planned each step of alibi way.
But court, court's where I sit
For diddling my waif.

Yes, there were times, D.A. says he'll prove,
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But beyond reasonable doubt,
They must prove he didn't put out.
His face was small when I stood tall
And diddled my waif.

I've loved brats by my side,
They've had their fill; I had them boozing.
But now, I'm being tried,
Because they say I was abusing.

To think--I once was black,
Now look like whey. . .talk in a shy way.
Oh no. . .think they've got me
For diddling my waif.

I once was a man, but now I am . . .what?
I love myself and this small butt.
It is the thing I love to feel.
I gave the word and watched 'em kneel.
Court records show I took the blows
When diddling my waif.

Fressed it, did my waif.