I think that I could barely bear
An encounter with a pedobear
To think that he is always there
That pedobear with balding hair.

The internet is where he plays
With girls and boys and lesi-gays
He'll type all night and through the days
A pedobear in many ways.

A chatroom is a feast, you see
Where he trades child pornography
He chats to all the young girlies
When he hangs out near lavatories.

He likes to rut with bottoms up
Whether little boys or Two-Girls-1-Cup
When coppers type, then he shuts up
But pedobears will never stop.

So next time you are up the street
Keep your eyes peeled in case you meet
Someone that you can barely greet
A pedobear walking the beat.