He is Bong Crisby, The homophonic kind of guy.
His hormones escalated high, Through the years.

Once again, Here we are again, Happy campers you and I.
Bong will see we are kept quite cool, In the batting of an eye.

He wears pink velvet, Every hair sliked into place.
Only three hairs on his face, He's our Bong.

And we still can smell Bong Crisby through his lynx!