The ducks and the trees, the birds and the bees, the girl looked upon them meekly. Gazed upon her, from behind a tree, was the old towns pervert Creedy.

She laughed and she awed, the stalker moved abroad and watched her smile so heady But Creedy was greedy a short while ago, he ate an orphans Chocolate so seedy.

Raging inside his bowl, a growl then a scowl, Gases from his rear flew freely the girl spun around, dazed by the sound, sees creedy, a wild hound so dreary. She pierced at him, in a sneaky sly grim, determined to catch this gimp Spinning like a dore, the girl ran nevermore! But He still went round and round. She took on his role, played his clevermore, but only to shock and astound.

He fell to his knees, begging her please, "My love is for you, not for the orphans snacks!" He wiggled and waggled and wonkled his brows, casting his pervert spell charm. The girl fell ill, with loves sick thrill, she felt a tingle in her arm The boy did the kissy and the wissy and the woo, And the girl did the dazzle and the drizzly kissy too!