The owl and the pussycat went to bed, in a beautiful pea-green quilt.
They bought lots of honey,
to slather, all runny, and licked it before it could melt.

Pussy said to the Owl, you lustful fowl! How charmingly hard you fuck!
Oh, let us try anal, to long we’ve been able, but who do we get to suck?

They fucked away, for a year and a day, to the point of a sore vagina.
and in the bedroom, the Owl shyly stood;
with a baby growing inside her.

She dined on mince, and slices of quince;
to try and get rid of her cravings.
But pussy soon left, with nothing but theft,
and no money left in his savings!