Martin J. Legrande Tours The Old Museum

Sun go up, Sun go down,
Martin J. Legrande's in town.
Stepped off the train at twelve o' three,
A cape, a Stetson, so carefree,
He saunters at a stately pace,
With haughty grin upon his face.
He's off to tour the old museum,
But first some coffee – sugar, cream.
No modern art, far too obscure,
His love for nudes just can't be cured;
He eyes the privates, length and girth,
His hands are shaking, full of mirth.
But Martin J. cannot resist:
He gives the marble crotch a twist,
And snaps the sausage clean in half,
And pockets pieces, for a laugh,
And laughing through the city streets,
So light and airy on his feet,
He puts the marble in his mouth,
As he wanders, wanders South.
Sun go up, Sun go down,
Martin J. Legrande's in town.