Cussin’ cousins like to swear
So much they suffocate the air
With sailor mouths so far out at sea
The air’s choked of any purity
Each other is their aunty’s child
And they really drive their uncles wild
By blaming each other’s father’s tongue
For teaching swear words to the young
And the aunts will never know where they heard
For the first time each carefully-crafted curse word
Because it’s not cool to double-cross a cussin’ chum
Especially when it’s your mum’s mum!
