"I can't" he replied with a sly grin

"'Cause I'll be caught, you see, while I'm harin', They'll pull down my shorts

And I'll be all out of sorts
Not to mention I'll be sent to the sin bin."

"That's too bad," she said with sad sighs
Since I have something here, realize, All warm and inviting
And very exciting
It's located at the top of my thighs."

"I've an idea," he fairly exploded,
"False trails are the answer," he noted

"By the time the pack learns where the trail really turns
Your tonsils will be thickly coated."