Mormon, twoooooo,
Mormon, threeeeeee,
Mormon, Mormon-size love.

Billy always has a bone: more gals than one in his home.
There is a planetary throne waits for male Mormons.
Bill, though, doesn’t want it to show: that he has mo’ than neighbor Joe—
can’t confess ’cause cover will blow. . .wife-sharing Mormon.

Mormons have a lot of kin if such families they’re in.
Mormons like Bill need a lot of vim and vigor—and Viagra.

Mormon, twoooooo,
Mormon, threeeeeee,
Mormon, Mormon-style love.

Bill compulsively will mate—some others he’ll take, maybe have eight.
Multiplication don’t abate. . .baby-make Mormons.

Mormons like Bill make big love; from their beds wives they won’t shove.
Mormons who are governed by “The Principle” keep buns in ovens.

Mormon, twoooooo,
Mormon, threeeeeee,
Mormon, more ’f ’em-style love.