There was a magician named Dix
Could no longer do magic tricks
He lost his rabbit
When someone grabbed it
Now all he has is nervous tics

We all want to know where they stand
I heard a newscaster demand
Well, tain't on their seat!
They use their two feet
It's not on their cans where they stand!

For hours the cop peers in the screen
Looking at scenes clearly obscene
What is this mans task
You might want to ask
Is catching perverts his real scheme!