From Joe Fineman, ca. May 15, 1994

THE PIONEERS



The pioneers have hairy ears,
  They piss through leather britches;
They wipe their ass on broken glass,
  Those hardy sons of bitches!

When cunt is rare they fuck a bear:
  They knife him if he snitches;
They knock their cocks against the rocks,
  Those hardy sons of bitches!

They take their ass upon the grass
  From fairies, wolves, or witches;
Their two-pound dinks are full of chinks,
  Those hardy sons of bitches!

They fuck a horse without remorse
  And beat him if he twitches;
Their mighty dicks are full of nicks,
  Those hardy sons of bitches!

To make a mule stand for the tool,
  He's beat with hickory switches;
They use their pricks for walking sticks,
  Those hardy sons of bitches!

Great joy they reap from tupping sheep
  In sundry bogs and ditches,
Nor care a damn if it's a ram,
  Those hardy sons of bitches!

When booze is rare they do not care:
  They take a shot of Fitch's;
They fuck their wives with butcher knives,
  Those hardy sons of bitches!