Tootie Tootie
Fresh and Fruity
Ate licorice with her tea
Sugared her crumpets
Buttered her pudding
And uncorked snakes by the sea
Then the Prince came
Horses drawn blue
Her consort pampered in pork
Gurgled her pine cone
Licked up the icing
And left with a limp adieu
Then the Whore came
Whiskers and tweed
A bouquet for a sixpence
Squeezed in his red skirt
Perfumed his girdle
And neighed like a horse in May
Pretty she laughed
Gave him a tip
And sent him with curds and whey
Unbuttoned her shoes
Called for her cousin
And poked him with a corkscrew
Devil he bore
Apple tart horned
A Prince with his mother’s eyes
Grew up on sugar
Hot pudding and sauce
New crown on a golden throne
Sent for his mom
Milked her bosom
Cream with licorice and lime
Choked on her wet lap
His ghost gore guzzled
Pretender corpse in her stew
So she went home
Tummy all filled
Her son a burp on her tongue
A frog in her loons
Scented apricots
High tea to beg off her feast
