These quaint and bizarre periwigs.
Now once I remember, ’twas late in November,
A handsome young blade struck the town;
Distingué he was this bold rusher, this crusher;
He did up us rural swains brown;
His hair was so curly, complexion so pearly;
His eyes flashed a real soulful glow;
He’d ancestors famous and average and heinous,
Of the last though he spoke “sotto vo.”
By profession a drummer, this hummer, this stunner;