The night Cana wore her tiny dress and drank a bar out
and another
her crush called her "Wild thing!"
and Cana suggestively said "I'll eat you up!"
so she went to bed without wearing a thing.
That very night in Cana's room she met her doom
and boom
and soon her ceiling hung with clothes
and their bodies became the world all around
and moans revolved by as a private paradise for Cana
and she dozed off through night and day
and they repeated the dose every now and then
and after a year
she looked for where the wild things are.
And when she came to the place where the wild things are
they roared their drunk roars and toasted their glasses
and told their terrible jokes and gave her more booze
'till Cana said "BRING IT ON!"
and so they partied all night long
as she danced, laughed, jested and drank
and they were impressed and called her the most wild thing of all
and made her queen of all wild things.
"And now," shouted Cana, "I wanna hear some noise!"
"Now stop!" Cana said and sent the wild things away
so she could stay. And Cana the queen of all wild things was worny
and wanted to be where someone loved her best of all.
Then all around her was all about a certain drunk hunk
who held her warm and tight
so she gave up being the queen of the wild things.
But the wild things cried "Oh please don't go-
we'll drink you under- we love you so!"
And Cana said, "No!"
The wild things roared their drunk roars and drank their full glasses
and told their terrible jokes and gave her more booze
but Cana stepped out of the bar and waved good-bye
and went back to her "home"
and back to her Bacchus
and kissed him thoroughly
and into the night of his room
where she found her heart beating happily again
and it felt better than ever.
