Little sisters, you’re cute,
Little sisters, you’re cute.
Little sisters, keep mute; I’ll show you some vice
that for me’s very nice.
But then keep mum!
Little sisters, don’t you
tell what your big brother done.

I “dated” some of my sisters;
Stopped short of Bible’s “know.”
I gave ’em some candy,
and then I got randy,
and touched and groped—a sibling score.

Diddled sisters, don’t you,
diddled sisters, don’t you,
diddled sisters, don’t you spill it ’bout my vice;
let’s just keep it on ice—
we’ll all stay mum.
Diddled sisters, don’t you
spill what your big brother done.

He made time with several sisters;
the fam’ly kept it from view.
He got his first freebie,
then hissed to a sibling sweetie:
“Guess I’ll try my touch on you.”

“Diddled sisters, don’t hoot,
diddled sisters, go mute!”
Diddled sisters got rude post-grope advice:
“Close your mouth like a vise!
Just fam’ly fun.
Diddled sisters, don’t you
tell what your big brother done!

“Let’s not go out tellin’ frig tales.
He pinched then earned a grope.
But don’t go a-showin’,
so now one is knowin’—
that could be a slippery slope!”

Diddled sisters kept mute,
diddled sisters kept mute.
Diddled sisters kept moues clamped tight like a vise.
About their brother’s vice.
They all stayed mum.

Diddled sisters got Duggar-family-members scum.