there was a girl named rhonda
she saw something bigger
called the anaconda
asked once
asked twice
third time she enticed
the mighty anaconda
she tried to seduce
there was no excuse
the tool had to produce
she assured she would not misuse
that she could never accuse
to bend over
her caboose
the juice of the golden goose
like a wish for the never ending noose
once with the
anaconda
rhonda would forever profuse
to seek solitude with anaconda live then
a life of recluse
george the tool let her have it
that started the end
the new friend when she would bend
over, over and over
not a four leaved clover
red rover red rover
rhonda yelled 'anaconda' come over
and so the story goes
she was anaconda driven
she never opposed
she
to the tool proposed
she promised to never impose
the story never will close
