Woke up sticky,
Dreamt of a girl name of Nicky,
All kind of wet was the sheet,
Boy, that dream sure was neat…
Gotta change the bed,
Can’t let mom see,
Dad said she would understand,
On the way to being a man…
Surely not the last time,
Know it wasn’t a crime,
Still kind of scared,
For this, boys are sometimes unprepared…
No more sleeping bare,
Gotta start to wear pajamas,
Or lock my bedroom door with care,
Don’t want to suffer any more of these dramas…