She cums, she goes, she wiggles her toes,

She dances like a wounded bear.

Cute little plums, and a big pretty peach,

I love that she’s shaped like a pear.

Fruity her booty, and kyooty her quimmy,

Her pear is never gritty to the bite.

Overly juicy, I love giving her the Goosy,

Getting her to cackle just right.

Cackle as my cockle kickles her Kookle,

While she’s stuffing her face with cake.

Little piglet gets squealy, then all feely-feely,

Can’t even count the types of noises she make.

Bouncing for Daddy, this Plummy-Peary baddie,

Does her little wounded-bear dance.

She opens her leggies, and gives me the beggies,

From the start I never had a chance.