So now you are a criminal my dear,
The wonders of the world they never cease,
And all your naked skin results in fear,
The fear that only Facebook can release.
You're just a little story about love,
And isn't your skin really made of scales?
What if the world held common sense above,
The whims of prudish censorship and tales?
Now all your subtle, sexual undertones,
Have been banned from the famous book of Face
Like all we humans are not flesh and bones
But lifeless bodies waiting for disgrace.
While Mr Andersen turns in his grave,
Some idiots tell us only morals save.