She used to live

With an Indian chief

Who gave her the clappe

That he got from a priest.

Night after night,

I would lie with her pets

Like a mail order bride

In a box by the steps.

She went bungee jumping,

One fine day,

Off the cliffs of our friendship,

And at the bottom she stayed.

When they told me

That her body was found,

An astronaut drowned

In the Long Island Sound.

I tripped down the stairs in my basketball shoes.

And paddled downstream.

In my fathers canoe.

In the Kingdom of Bungee

The castle's been stained,

But the Kingdom of Incest

Still has a mighty fine name.