The Wigg
Oh
But I would really like
I must really beg
To use your former wigg
Because mine was stolen you see
Now I walk around boldly
I say a bald beautiful lady
Just doesn’t look right to me
So give me your wigg
Hand it over quick
Or I will curse you
And you shall be sick!
In this heavy mallet
You can hear a clock tick
So hand over the wigg NOW!
Prick.