I taught a college course on sex,
Which did little more then perplex
But oh it swamped the Registrar,
Over night a campus star!
I launched the course with Sigmund Freud,
'Little Hans, ' the boy,
I spoke of his fragile toy
I lectured from the text;
At the conclusion of each lecture course,
I was surrounded by coeds,
Who offered glad to tutor me,
By taking me to bed.
They assured me that it wasn't fragile
Inclined it hard at every angle;
How refreshing is the search for truth
Oh the ardor our college youth!
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