Peter Piper & Mary Testo

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers
Peter Piper picked em but where did he put em
In the pockets of his pants or on a plate
There's a pickle in his pocket ready to penetrate

Mary had a little lamb, it's true
But threw it in a pot and now it's stew
Had no friends 'til Peter's phone rang
Now Peter Pickle's gonna get poon tang