There once was a pretty young miss,
men found her the vision of bliss,
a few who were bold,
they gladly paid gold
and gave that young vision a kiss.
There once was a man from South France
who asked all the ladies to dance.
With a kick and a glide,
there was no time to hide
that he'd torn a hole in his pants.
A man from the east town of Grenich
lamented his prick was naught an inch.
So he gathered his coins
for the sake of his loins
as size matters not to the bought wench.
There once was a Ruebanesque lass
who loved to show sailors her ass.
That saucy young flirt,
would lift up her skirt,
whenever fine seamen would pass.
Oh young Billy Fife was so eager,
he wanted so badly to please her.
With flowers and sweets,
he plied her with treats.
All in the pursuit of the beaver.