I can’t wear my trousers today,
I misplaced my leg while dreaming of ballet.
It wasn’t in my pillowcase, I already checked,
Which is where it likes to go hide if I’m correct.
So I can’t come, I’ll look like a fool,
One leg empty is not very cool.
I’ll whiff Mr. Pirate Pageant once again,
And leave winning contests to more-legged men.
Unless… do you think that it’s against the rules?
Bah, I don’t care, if so, they’re fools!
I’ll wear the skirt I found as booty,
And still win, it’s my rightful duty.
I know the rules and if they object,
I’ll make their silly heads get the facts checked.
Get my crutch, I’ll soon beready,
I’ll limp to victory, nice and steady.