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.

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