My Pirate of Penzance,
swash-and-unbuckle me,
hoist the Jolly Roger up my foresail.
My Phileas Fogg,
trot me around your globe,
explore my secret passages.
My Passepartout, stow me away
in your steamer to Bombay.
My Maytag repairman,
keep my motor humming,
change my bulbs,
honour my lifetime guarantee.
My Bierkenstocked dancer,
let sunshine in to
our Aquarius dawn of passion.
My Meistersinger,
fill my days with grace notes.
My black-frocked Priest,
confess to me your
immodest thoughts.
My Chief Actuary,
examine my spreadsheets,
crunch my numbers,
be my super numerary.
