Titus rides hot cake
Triumphant at the quake
So does strident wet nurse
Flies around to perfect verse

His gift is a curse
Her grip is far worse
Fingers and fur follow
Fumble delicious and crabs

Strident wet nurse pops her top
Fast run away to Titus

Hot golden crown, yeah
Hot golden crown

And his mangy lot
Loves him

And his mangy lot
Loves him