The Dugong Song With the soft touch of a dugong, With the gentle kiss of leech, I am perfume of the onion, As I nibble on my peach. My lust for ripe pineapple Cannot be concealed, So I try my crab-like fingers Never to reveal: But I pinch and bite you In the night, you Know I have no choice; And I'd try to charm you, But I'd only harm you With the grating of my voice: So I'll put you back in the fruitbowl, And go off on my animal way, I'm a bit of a ravisher, Much of a scavenger, And I loved you yesterday.
