Mirrored from Sythyry.
To my Tofyof
Oh, you rilly ring my ringle
As we tringle and we tangle
And there’s nothing like your fingle
that can make my wongle dangle.
Oh, you surely shine my shingle,
Shock the sheets into a shangle
When we make a meaty mingle,
when we meet a making mangle.
When you try to touch my tingle
in post-adolescent angle …
You are such a little wingle …
Wearing nothing but a bangle …
—anonymous, but widely circulated among Hanijans who keep tofyofs.