Learned in school in the early fifties
(but not in the classroom)


There once was an Indian Maid
and she was so afraid
that some Buckaroo would
Shove her up a few
while she was lying in the shade

Now some Buckaroo got wise
a twinkle in his eyes
a bloody great prick
just like a walking stick
he shoved it up her thighs

She said I'm not your wife
whipped out her Bowie knife
and with one mighty pass
cut his balls from his ass
His shagging days are over

Oh the moon shines so bright on Pretty Redwing
as she lays yawning
from night 'till morning
those Redskins balls are hanging as a warning
now they're adorning
her wigwam door.