There Once Was A Chap Named Perlmutter
Who Late One Night Was Heard To Utter,
"If Her Bartholin Glands
Don't Respond To My Hands,
I'm Afraid I Shall Have To Use Butter.
There once was a chap named Perlmutter
Who late one night was heard to utter,
"If her Bartholin glands
Don't respond to my hands,
I'm afraid I shall have to use butter."