there was a girl named rhonda

she drove a little honda

she saw something bigger

called the anaconda

asked once

asked twice

third time she enticed

george the tool to let loose

the mighty anaconda

she called him zues

she tried to seduce

there was no excuse

the tool had to produce

she assured she would not misuse

that she could never accuse

to bend over her caboose

the juice of the golden goose

like a wish for the never ending noose

once with the anaconda rhonda would forever profuse

to seek solitude with anaconda live then a life of recluse

george the tool let her have it

that started the end

rhonda would never forget

the new friend when she would bend

over, over and over

not a four leafed clover

red rover red rover

rhonda yelled 'anaconda' come over

and so the story goes

once rhonda got hosed

she was anaconda driven

she never opposed

she to the tool proposed

she promised to never impose

the story never will close