There once was a man from France
He had lucky pants
He said,'Their really quite neat.
And they don't smell like feet'
And their excellent if I should dance

He said, 'I've named her Sherry,
And if I could I would marry
My beautiful pants
In beautiful France
And I never would let my legs get hairy

Oh we'd have a wonderful life
Their would be no strife
I'd always keep her clean
I would never be mean
And keep I'd her away form my knife

One day he was walking along
Singing a happy song
When he came to a swamp
And an alligator went chomp!
And the man felt sadness with a pong

A young traveler met him one day
And said, 'Sir why are you weeping that way?'
He told him about Sherry
And how he planned to marry
And the young traveler said, 'It's Okay.'

For I have such a beautiful shirt
Her name is actually Bert
I can give it to you
And the man said, 'Yes, do.'
The man loved the shirt it was so alert

And he said, thank you
There was nothing better you could do
Take this penny in return
You have made me learn
That when things look bad
You should never be sad
And thanks for your concern