She's kind of a bitch sometimes

But I would never date a Beagle

She is no ripe tomato though

More of a Great Dame

With a whip and chains

I thought I had iron balls

But this is not ducking vanishing

So I'm getting some stuffing

And going duck hunting

While my mother is on a broom

In her freezing room

Maybe when the sun is in bloom

In the magic month of June.