Conversations in the days of the KKK;
Was from a bunch on the porch and my Dad!

Saying daughters stay away from them whity boys;
Cause alls of them is bad!

But as time and customs evolved and changed;
My white friend boasted with pride.

Comparing you to my Great Aunt Clara;
You're just as pink, warm and as moist inside.

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