There once was a man named Kin
Who committed an equine sin.
"Don't call me an ass,"
"Because my lovers eat grass,"
"This activity keeps me quite thin!"
There once was a perverted Arkan
whose lovers were more than just barkin'
his neighbors said 'no way'
his true love says 'neigh'
and horrid puns'r forever remarkin'?"
Boom, patta patta patta. Boom, patta, patta, patta, Boom!
You see this rancid old stud
an Aitzas... face covered in mud...
He'd be on the Throne
like a shen covered stone...
Boom, patta patta patta. Boom, patta, patta, patta. Boom!
He's not even the stallion!
He's the mare... for a stallion battalion!
throw a shen foal
every day from his hole...
Boom, patta, patta, patta. Boom, patta, patta, patta, Boom!
There was a man fikked by a horse,
asked did he like it, answered "Of course!
I like it just fine,
Since breeding's my line,
A lifestyle I would much endorse!"
A man whose taste was quite coarse,
had to have sex with his horse.
When asked "Was it painful?"
Down his nose, looked distainful,
and said "I can take it as matter of course!"
A child's skipping song;
KinKazien is snorting, KinKazien is snorting,
his horses are fed and ready to bed,
Foldaran is not very sporting!
A parody of the popular Arkan lullaby;
Ten horny stallions to send Kin to sleep
and when the moon rises,
Ten lusty horses for Kin to keep.
Ten randy horses wherever Kin roams,
Ten studly horses to fik him at home.
There once was an Aitzas named Kazien
Whose hunger for love was amazien.
When asked was it ill,
To wolf down his fill,
He answered, “Who, me? I’m just grazien.”
Kin Kazien rode off to town,
a-riding like a pony,
stuck it where the sun don't shine,
and called it matrimony!
An Eminent man of the hour
Was reknown when amour was in flower
He went to great pains
In seizing the reins
And performed with a certain horsepower.
A Noted Political Figgure
When his urges were set in full Figgure
Would delight when his prayer
to be used like a mare
Was rewarded with small lumps of suggur.