Jerry jams kid furrow, in his mark emplaced.
“Golly!” says witness, sings to the man,
Who internally reports, then turns his face—
The Penn State sports program is like the Vati-can.

So, man see grown man ball tyke. That wrong? Yeah!!
“Joe Pa, Jerry tyke was on!”
Old man hear what man saw—“Tyke-poke wrong. Pshaw!”
Joe Pa then pass the sign on.

Jerry then gets pinched and can screw dudes no more;
Does a perp walk in cuffs shaped like rings.
Taken to the slammer. . .his butt will be sore
When he discovers just how much buggery stings.

Old man creep, old man for crime grabbed by law—
Ta-ta! Mounting tykes is wrong.
Old man creep Old Joe Pa like Bernie Law,
But Joe Pa no Teflon Don.

And then everyone hears from the Board of Trustees gnomes
That to bugger young kids fresh from the school yard
Is too wrong to leave alone.
“Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!”

Vandals start to gather near the near the smarting place,
Cheering that they want to see the man
Coach the weekend game and overlook disgrace.
After that, they go and overturn a news van

“No can see old Joe Pa sidelines on. Aw!
Grid god Old Joe Pa is gone.
“No!! Can’t see old Joe Pa sidelines on. Aw!”
Kid-prod Joe Pa pal is gone.

And then everyone jeers at the Board of Trustees gnomes;
They think making squeal kids fresh from the school yard’s
No big deal—“Leave Joe alone!”
“Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!”

Assholes on this campus are harming the place;
Dreadful is their clamor for the man
Who must scram from campus, clad in lad disgrace.
Habemus Papam novum for this Vati-can.

Old man flee, not like Law, who goes Rome, ha!
Law beats law, sits at Pope’s throne.
Smoke can’t see—no Joe Pa for the throne, naw!
Papam Joe Pa. . .find a clone.

And if you want some dumb, take Joe Pa—he’s ta-ta!
Grazie.