The way I remember it from cub scouts in the 60's in Minnesota was: She looked so fair in the midnight air when the wind blew up her nightie. Tits hanging loose like the balls on a moose Jesus Christ almighty. She jumped in bed and covered her head and said I couldn't find her. Knew damn well she was lying like hell so I jumped right in behind her. Screwed her once screwed her twice screwed her once too often. Broke the main spring in her box and sent her to he coffin