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Ma's
out,
Pa's
out,
let's
talk
rude:
Pee!
Po!
Belly!
Bum!
Drawers!
Dance
in
the
garden
in
the
nude!
Pee!
Po!
Belly!
Bum!
Drawers!
Let's
write
rude
words
all
down
our
street,
Stick
out
our
tongues
at
the
people
we
meet;
Let's
have
an
intellectual
treat!
Pee!
Po!
Belly!
Bum!
Drawers!
Sunday
again
on
CBC,
Pee!
Po!
Belly!
Bum!
Drawers!
And
Norman
Mailer
is
coming
to
tea:
Pee!
Po!
Belly!
Bum!
Pants!
Alan
Ginsberg
reads
on
and
on,
But
we're
having
a
happening
when
he's
gone:
Come
to
the
party
in
the
john!
Pee!
Po!
Belly!
Bum!
Drawers!
Business
is
planning
a
double
bill,
Pee!
Po!
Belly!
Bum!
Drawers!
Christopher
Robin
meets
Fanny
Hill:
Pooh
bear!
Belly!
Bum!
Drawers!
On
stage
and
screen
we
can
all
work
hard,
Throwing
toilet
rolls
in
our
own
back
yard!
Who's
afraid
of
the
avant-garde?
Pee-pee!
Po-po!
Belly-belly!
Bum-bum!
Pee!
Po!
Belly!
Bum!
Drawers!
What
gets
the
prizes,
and
wins
awards?
Pee!
Po!
Belly!
Bum!
Drawers!
What
did
Prince
Philip
tell
the
Lords?
Well
never
mind
that!
At
Oxford
and
Cambridge
and
Yale
and
all,
And
at
Berkely
they
really
have
a
ball;
'Cause
the
higher
the
brow,
the
harder
they
fall
For
Belly-belly!
Bum-bum!
Potty-potty!
Bum!
Pee!
Po!
Belly-belly!
Bum-bum!
Pee!
Po!
Belly!
Bum!
Drawers!

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