SONG OF THE MARRIED MAN

I am entirely happy with her rump;
With her rump I can live
All the days of my life.
You will say
This is a foolish song
Sung by a fool.
But to married men I say
If you are happy with her rump
You will live long and happily together.

My hand moves over that land
Where it heaves from waist to rump
And round from rump to thigh.
This is the land I like to travel,
A land rich and fruitful,
Before I find a cleft in the hills
Passing into that country
Where home I come
Time after time.