What’s cute about my little cutie
Is his beauty, not brains
Old father time will never harm me
While his charm still remains

Just cos you grow old, baby
You don’t have to be a cold baby…

How I love my catamite
Rising proudly like a stalagmite
He keeps me young and beautiful
The way I want to be loved

Never fails to work his fluff
My delicious, golden powder puff
Keeps me young and beautiful
The way I want to be loved

Though I’m old, there’s no need to be placid
And if ever I feel slightly flaccid
I indulge in benign flagellatus
With my puer delicatus…

He lends me all his charms
When I’m tightly bound within his arms
Keeps me young and beautiful
The way I want to be loved

Though he’s not going to win any prizes
For his essays on Nietzsche or Kant
You have only to glance at his thighses
To see why I keep coming back…

I adore my catamite
My delightful little sodomite
He keeps me young and beautiful
The way I want to be loved