Oh Swift he did, with satire bold,
Tell a famished Irish nation,
Serve the children up for supper and,
Put an end to their starvation.

Well what I propose is quite something else,
Although nowhere near as filling.
All you need is some time alone,
With a partner who is willing.

While you're there in bed, turn yourself around,
For a feast so fair and fine.
Just give in to the hunger of the loin,
And upon each other dine.

Though it doesn't nourish very much,
Still it doesn't cost a cent.
It really does quite satisfy,
When you've both your juices spent.

So don't give a thought to modesty,
Let your passions rule the day.
It'll do you good, with the give and take,
Sixty-nine your blues away.