Loves her so much,
But his mom will say:
"She must die, that girl;
You must go and slay!"
Gosh, his mom's not kind.

She gets her son wired
By puttin' him down,
So he's gonna blow:
"Don't push me around!"
He assumes her mind.
He gets made up--then he's "gyn'd."

Churl, you'll be a woman loon.
Poon-free, yet no man.

I think it's understood
Why he's got no wife. . .
Too busy slayin'. . .
Girls cut up with knife.
That boy's no good.

When he comes unwound
He will cleaven the score,
'cause inside him, mom rants:
"End it for that whore!"
Mom's bad mood
Makes him into a bad dude,
Wigged out, muumuu'd.

Churl, you'll be a woman loon.
Poon-free, yet no man.
Girls--when he's a woman--doomed!
Loon: she when not man.