Darien Speck

Darien Speck

Darien Speck was a lover, by heck
Of any young girl he did see
He paid no attention to social predilection
Of where he did scatter his seed
Before very long there was a throng
Of pregnant young ladies in town
They attended the church after their birth
The babes mewed and bawled to bring the house down
The preacher Tom McHanik
Some say he had planned it
Set out with a Colt .44
He pushed open Speck's door
And there on the floor
Was his daughter Alma to boot
Being fucked raw in her nude birthday suit
Tom found Speck was much more vexing
Exercising his sex thing
While Alma was bleeding perfuse
The blood from her virgin vagina
Was the reason McHanik resigned a
Moment to pray for her soul
With .44 in hand, he cleansed the land
Of both Speck and the daughter he'd planned
The Sheriff did come and took away his gun
Later that month they did hang Darien numb
And since then in town
Fucking young girls has proved unsound
So instead of chasing young puss-es
The guys have become wuss-es
Their only fascination
Is frequent masturbation
So sing us a song of the noble Darien
Who gave up his life agrarian
He's buried quite deep
With hope he will sleep
And bother no lady seminarian