Hail, Lord of the Beautiful Phallus!
Many scorn to call you so,
They cannot wrap their lips around
That ancient name, the tree that grows
From fertile earth to clouded sky,
But those of us who know you, know.
Hail, Lord of Divine Caress!
You grant us love with gentle laugh,
You show us ways to love that learn
To winnow treasure from the chaff,
You teach us that Lust can be clean,
You feed our bodies with your staff.