Always glad to oblige, Blackcatter.

Speedy Little Wigglers
(no tune yet)

Ain't but one of them little wigglers
Has a chance to penetrate
They may all die, fate unfulfilled
Depending on the date
They hit the deck a-runnin'
And swim with all their might
A-wigglin' in the warm and dark
And hopin' the time is right

(chorus) Well back in the corral
They sat around and waited
They felt the tension getting tense
And they anticipated
A jarring ride through tunnels dark
At a fast but pulsing pace
And then they start their midnight swim
Through women's inner space

These little wigglers' lives are hard
And very often brief
And bitter is their end if they
End up inside a sheath
They hope to find a brand-new orb
A new world, and a new life
Which may prove inconvenient if
This woman's not your wife

(repeat chorus)

(C) 2001 Alex Riggle. All Rights Reserved.
(Not that anyone would want to "steal" this dog...)