Peter Piper picked a peck of pickleed peppers.

Peter Piper picked em

But where did he put em

In the pockets of his pants

Or on a plate

There`s a pickle in his pocket

Ready to penetrate.

Mary had a little lamb

It`s true

But she put it in the pot

And now its stew

Had no friends til Peter`s phone rang

Now Peter`s pickle`s gonna get poon tang.