What is that thing?
Could it be a grub?
No, my good man!
It is a love nub!
Neither here and neither there,
you might lose it in all the hair.
Some are small and some are large.
But if you press it, then you’re in charge.
What is that thing, I ask again?
Like a feathered pecking hen.
Stroke at once, stroke it twice.
Please do not forget the ice.
My nub is great, my nub is strong!
You can rub it all night long.