my name is Dad
wen I spy him
or feel him near
my winkle jisms
I’ll scream in fear
Wen I see dinkle
I’ll sneak in his din
And take a tinkle
 I no its sad
My excuses flim
I cant tell my dear
What erects my Jim
Out my window I leer
This is my kinkle
This is my sin:
For dinkle to feel my trickles
Again and again.










