Mother, my dear, though we spend our lays in fornication,
Cease
The member squeeze. Sister's my love.
No jealousy! Mother my dear.

Oh, to wed, shtup that little girl and have a son.
We might find fellow's a little nitwit.
Whelp, she yelps; do me, sis; I do not want that hound, Blue.
Thrill me, girl!

Take backwoods look around you;
See dad's wood wants your mound, too. Flee
And come to me, your sweet brother,
Thrill me, girl.

Got my gland out; won't mill it, girl. Why does she run
To behind the stealth of a big thicket?
Melds herself to the mons of mom; dad's gettin' down too,
With the girls.

Father, my dear, may I join this family congregation,
Please?
Treat wood of me, sis, dad, and mom!
Don't forswear me. Ménage, my dears?