Mr. Ding-A-Ling

Walking down a forest path
Not seeing but a thing
I ran into a strange old man
And called him Ding-A-Ling

His arms were long and tired
His neck stuck out too far
He smelled like rotten apples
And bourbon from the bar

His legs were short and stubby
His knees bent in like this
He sat down on the dirty ground
And begged for a kiss

I gasped a gasp in horror
And shook my head "NO WAY!"
Then that bum was left alone
For I ran straight away.