PERVERSION! The Major is no pervert- Well, altar boys, Merino sheep, and ducks, But only in the line of duty-covert Operations, where he wore a tux, Ordered martinis and played baccarat, And made himself receptive to the wiles Of operatives from Aix to Aqaba To Austerlitz-not always femmes fatales. But this child-vixen twinkles like a snowflake. He's seen her in a vision while he slumbered. He never thought to meet with her awake, But here she is. He feels like Humbert Humbert. "My grandma wonders if you'll stay for dinner," The nymphette trills, her fingers on his wrist (He struggles to maintain his stern demeanor): "Just let me change--wait here, you handsome beast." The Major's heard the sirens of Tibet, The songs of the love priestesses of Zanzibar, But nothing to compare with that young nymphet Singing, "How sweet and white my nice new panties are"