The Ballad of Pashan Pud
Tune: any number of folk ballad tunes; you pick

I'll sing you a story that's not very long
All about the dangers of listening wrong
Be careful you're hearing what you think you hear
Of the importance of this, I will tell you in song

Now an Indian lass who set racing my blood
Said, "won't you come home and see my 'passion pud'?"
I followed that lass, as any single man might
Whilst chomping desire like a cow chews its cud

Expecting good loving, imagine my shock
To come over the ridge and be hit by a rock!
I was sprawled on the ground while my temple gushed blood
Releasing the tension built up in my -- um -- male organ.

It seems that this village had quite a strange feast
To honor their goddess (who sounds quite the beast!)
They throw rocks at each other each year on that day
When my hopes for a little "passion pud" whªªE(&oþdëdK©òðK¹Xc'¤PÿÿLð@Ëg>Ù¤`üü})’¶ÇÀ9¦Œn%²;÷¦Û°a›û˜PEX‚Aœ÷&³Šd8ÅO/<“Ö’ may come to bewail
Don't go near the village they call Pashan Pud
Even in the pursuit of hot Indian tail.

I'm almost ashamed to say this, but
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line breaks and bold fixed by per request by mudelf ;-)