Bella
 Bella was young and Bella was fair,
With bright blue eyes and golden hair.
 Oh, unhappy Bella!
 Her step was light and her heart was gay,
But she had no sense, and one fine day,
She found herself put in a family way,
 By a mean and wicked, heartless cruel deceiver.
 She went to his house, but the dirty skunk,
Had packed his bags and shipped his trunk.
 Oh, unhappy Bella!
 Her landlady said, "Get out, your whore,
Don't cross my threshold or darken my door!"
Poor Bella was put to affliction sore,
 By a mean and wicked, heartless cruel deceiver.
 All night she tramped through the icy snows,
What she suffered, nobody knows.
Oh, unhappy Bella!
 And when the morning dawned so red,
Alas! Alas! Poor Bella was dead!
Sent in her youth to a lonely bed,
 By a mean and wicked, heartless cruel deceiver.
 So, thus you see, do what you will,
The fruits of sin are suffering still.
 Oh, unhappy Bella!
 As into the grave, they laid her low,
The men said, "Alas, but life it is so."
But the women were murmuring sweet and low,
"It's all the men! They've done it again! The bastards!
The mean and wicked, heartless cruel deceivers!"
Hark all you young maidens, the moral is clear,
If you trust those foul bastards, you'll shed many a tear,
 Like poor unhappy Bella.
So bear this in mind: the semen may spill,
 And you'll find yourself getting more than your fill.
Precautions are best; take a birth control pill,
With your mean and wicked heartless cruel deceiver.
 (Oscar Brand and Michael Green)
Miss Milly
(llewtraH)
Young Miss Milly was sweet and fair,
With snow white tits and curly hair,
Oh, unhappy maiden.
Her heart was happy, her step was light,
But she was a fool and one dark night
She got herself put in a pregnant plight
By a lecherous, lewd and lustful cruel deceiver.
She went to this home but as she'd feared
The filthy old bastard had disappeared,
Oh, unhappy maiden.
Her mother declared: "Get out, you whore.
So never again dare to darken my door."
Poor Milly was put to affliction sore
With your lecherous, lewd and lustful cruel deceiver.
All night she wandered through the snow
How she suffered who can know,
 Oh, unhappy maiden.
And when the morning cockerel cried,
Poor abandoned Milly had died
Frozen stiff as she lay outside.
Oh, the lecherous, lewd and lustful cruel deceiver.
 Hark all you young maidens, the moral is clear:
If you trust these foul bastards, you'll shed many a tear.
 Like this oh, so unhappy maiden.
So bear this in mind: the semen may spill
And you'll find yourself getting more than your fill.
Precautions are best; take a birth control pill
With your lecherous, lewd and lustful cruel deceiver.