There was an old fellow called Tryg,
Who swore he would not wear a wig.
He said, my head's bare,
But why should I care?
And he went off and danced a fierce jig.
Limerick
There was an old fellow called Tryg,
Who swore he would not wear a wig.
He said, my head's bare,
But why should I care?
And he went off and danced a fierce jig.