by
Karl C. Johnson
 

Oh boy, here they come again,
Stalking the schoolyard;
It's hunting season for Dick and Joe.
The Little Guy puts down his book, pulls up his

Stocking.  The schoolyard
Is no playground.
The Little Guy puts down his book, pulls up his
Courage.  Facing Dick and Joe

Is no play.  Ground
Still tastes like dirt.
Courage, facing Dick and Joe
(Dry humping the Little Guy),

Still tastes like dirt.
It's hunting season for dick.  And Joe's
Dry humping the Little Guy.
Oh, Boy -- here they come again.