Like a eunuch’s private hell - I am nutless
I sing castrato like a fop
At ten I felt the chopping cutlass
A choir boy whose balls would never drop

Who needs nuts, Lord?
I’m not a putz, Lord
Please avenge this pruning of my pole
Fans of opera cheer me shrill to my fifth encore
They go nuts
Unbegrudged
I sing my role

There are orphans in this world with nobody
Whose presence somehow seems ignored
So where are their adoptive parents?
Who can cut their ambivalent cord

Save their butts, Lord
They live in huts, Lord
In a stench whose rottenness revolts
Without parents - sleeping on a hard dirt floor
Fill their guts
Sacks of nuts
Won’t feed these dolts

So to couples who want kids - I implore you
These orphans need some moms and dads
A China doll would so adore you
You don’t need no stretch marks or gonads

Ev-en Munsters
Could love these youngsters
Common sense has reasons to suppose
Orphan children would be thrilled to become yours
Get a bunch
Watch them crunch
Pistachios