Oh Womble is a faggot, And his dick looks like a maggot. He's made himself a habit, Of wanking like a rabbit. He came out of his burrow. His brow was a great furrow. For he was sowed with sorrow, And the damage was quite thorough. He'd gone and chopped his manhood off, For his dick was sore from a great jerk-off. His pain had caused much panic, And the cutting off was quite manic. Oh Womble is a faggot, And his dick looked like a maggot. But then he lopped it off in a rush, All that was left was a bunch of mush.