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Newborn perfect boy
Take him away. Strap him down
Slice off his foreskin
Tribal mark to wear
Carries the scar all his days
Missing something grand
Silicone or tape
Harnessed to re-grow the skin
Give a cut man hope
Every tugger knows
Nothing could be more worthwhile
Shout it to the world
As the chorus grows
Surely soon the day will come
When no boy is cut