Don't have nightmares Sponge. 
The first verse has been parodied from another parody. The rest is the product of a very sick and twisted mind.
Good King Wenceslas looked out
Of his bedroom window
Silly bugger he fell out and landed on a cinder.
Brightly shone his arse that night
And the pain was cruel
When a shill bot came in sight
Riding a white mule
“Hither, bot, and stand by me
If though know’st it, telling
Canst thou cure my burning arse?
It is sorely swelling.”
“Sire, I have some aloe gel
That will ease the burning
It will cure black death as well
And will soothe your royal ring.”
“Let me take my breeches off
Bring that aloe hither
Thou and I will rub it in
Right and left and thither.”
Bot and monarch forth they went
Back and forth together
Though I fear I doth lament:
Why didst they use a feather?
“Sire, the feather’s darker now
And the wind blows stronger
Fails my heart, I know not how,
I can rub no longer!”
“Mark my passage, my good bot
Stick it in there boldly
Thou shalt find the sorest spot
Freeze that aloe coldly.”
In his master’s arse he prod
Where the wound lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod
Where the cinder printed
Therefore shill bots: heed this now
Six figures possessing
When you take your PUPP box out
Bring gloves and gauze dressing.