Don’t go making a hart,
be an ungulate’s bride
Honey, if it’s a sex fest,
don’t pretend you’re a hind

Don’t go making a hart
if you seek venery,
open a lexicon, explore,
this is what you’ll
see

OK, now close it,
then put it down
and come around:
don’t dosey-doe it.
Do not lose your heart—
stay ’way from the hart,
don’t stray to the hart.

No, don’t go making a hart. . .
a no-no, making a hart.
Don’t go making a hart,

Hold down your “doe” lust;
such longings are bogus.
This cursed thirst, do not slake it;
this desire, just shake it.

And don’t go to see “Bambi”—
that sight for you sure ain’t right.
Think of a hart just as game,
and keep this art from your sight.