The Proctor buys a pupil ices
And hopes the boy will not resist
When he attempts to practice vices
Few people even know exist.

I see so many little boys I want to marry
I see plenty little kids I've yet to have
Even when the moon goes out
Even when the sea dries out
I still see so many little boys I want to marry
I see plenty little kids I've yet to have now
Even when the seas all freeze
And everything's lying underneath
Even when the sun ceases to shine
I won't care, I'll still have on my mind
So many little boys I want to marry yeah yeah
I see plenty little kids I've yet to have.''