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.