The old king’s pole was a very long pole,
and it stood up straight like a tree,
It would get wet and shiny if rubbed up and down,
especially by a pretty young she.
And every young she was anxious for he,
cuz’ his pole felt delightful you see,
And while he thrust in and out, she'd scream and she'd shout,
"Oh, kingy ... you're filling up me!"