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.