Through the rough and sand, I had to dig
To find that rare old pleasure
Alas I had to swipe her clean
She was dirty like a hidden treasure
I fought men off for her love
There was even an old fat lady
When I finally got close to her
I saw her beard was quite a tad shady
Now I don’t fear a sword
Or stinky old drabs
One thing makes me turn away
Is the sight of an oyster with crabs
