Although his brain is deep and lobey
He suffers from a dickless Moby!
And if he's high or if he low be
No joy derives from Dickless Moby.
The lights that glare are bright and strobey
But heavy still, that dickless Moby.
His shoulders broad, of greatest thickness
Do not relieve his Moby, DIckless.
And with pain his being shall be pricked
Until his Moby becomes Dicked.