The immortal power of phallus possession

Watcha' readin’ pumpkin pie?

Sigmund Freud’s penis envy

What on earth be that?

Ah! the possession of phallus

I don’t get what you say, dear Venus 

Don’t worry mama, neither do I…

Oh! Mother, Freud is playing with my mind

Arousing an interest, a desire 

For sexuality, sex

I’ve been having dreams, 

Ever so lusty, ever so wet

That it's me lying on the bed

Instead of you, next to your man

Run to the forest, dear

Get bananas for your libido

A radish, for a banana, may be too thick

A carrot, for color

Catch some salmon for the bear

Feed it first, then bring it home for dinner

Here, take my knife

And get some spiders to fry

And some tomatoes to sundry

You're back early, girl

Jesus Christ! What be that?

Oh! Mother,

I had my first complete sexual experience

I jumped in the river

Caught the salmon

Took my clothes off, while expecting the bear

A young man offered his penis in the phallus

I took it and chopped it right off

Then I killed him for our dinner

I don’t need a banana, radish, or carrot

I possess a phallus now

I don’t get no penis envy anymore

Ha! My Venus has a penis of her own

Well, did you at least get the spiders?

Oh! that I did..

Dear, daddy’s home and has a phallus

Go to his room and do it properly

Without chopping his tool off

While I marinate this young man

And prepare a hearty dinner