Brigid:
The crocodile is a funny animile.
He takes his mate only
once in a while...
But when he does he floods the Nile
as he revels in the throws of fornication.

Molly:
The hippo's rump is big and round.
A small one weighs a thousand pounds.
Two together shake the ground
when they revel in the throws of fornication.

CHORUS

Brigid:
The baboon's rear is an erie sight
with a glow below like a heavenly light,
And he waves like a flag in the jungle night
as he revels in the throws of fornication.

Molly:
The camel has his share of fun;
His night's complete when he is done.
He always gets two humps for one
when he revels in the throws of fornication.

CHORUS

Brigid:
The clam is a model of chastity.
You cannot tell the she from the he,
but he can tell and so can she
so they revel in the throws of fornication.

Molly:
The queen bee flits among the trees
and there consorts with whom she please
She fills the land with sons of bees
when she revels in the throws of fornication.

BOTH:
Five hundred verses, all in rhyme.
To sit and sing them seems such a crime...
When we could better spend our time
revelling in the throws of fornication!

CHORUS

Amen.