Hey lads, gather round
I'll spill the beans of news I found
We are no longer needed here
We are all obsolete I fear
Our womenfolk can do the deed
Of us, dear boys, there is no need
Your reproductive worth is nil
No longer are there holes to fill
The bitches have all found a way
To lend more credence to the gay
They've finally worked out how they can
produce their offspring without man
Fear not though, friends, Alls not bad news
Young Percy is confined to trews
But they forgot, now, here's the rub
We can all spend time down the pub
