Oh, in the deepey deepey dark sits the Ninky Nonky Nark and a Stinky Nonky Nark is he.
Biting at your nose and the hairs upon your toes, he's a Ninky Stinky Narky is he.
And his winky pinky ways will endear him all his days to the people all around who visit him.  
But he sits there in the dark at the top of Pinky Park with a tiny little bottle of Gin ( Read more... )