now you may think I am a guts
to fill my belly up with nuts
but you can take this as my word
just as a squirrel makes his hoard
I will be here cheeks so full
each time I feel that nutty pull
when pecan nuts on pecan pie
or salted cashews catch my eye
a vacuum cleaner I will be
deep in the throes of ecstasy
but even then I'll take no rests
[will chestnuts give me bigger breasts]
on seeing wallnuts will I squall
no bugger that I'll scoff them all
that presidential nut the pea
I shall inhale in gluttony
on fine and hard mighty brazil
on every type I wreak my will
now not too close I cannot stop
and pretty soon I feel I'll pop