He runs and pisses in his pants

Scared off by the coach’s warning yell

For he was lead into the girl’s gym

By a devil with a wide grin

 

The girls did not know his mind ran slow

With a spirit running along fields of daffodils in Springtime

Smiling like Mary Shelly’s child

Naive and Wild.

 

“You want to see girls,” the devil coaxed

 

“Yeah, yeah yeah,” the dim lad smiled.

 

“Well then, go in and get them!” the brute beguiled.

And so he did

And so they screamed

And so he cried

All because the devil lied.