They say he has enormous feet!
And that he tends to overeat!
I′ve heard he′s fussy with his food!
And eats his breakfest in the nude!
At least we know he's male!
Who is the Scarlet Pimpernel?
Me sister says his breath
Is sweeter than an Irish rose!
I′m sure I'd fall in love
If he would cross my path!
La, yes if you could overlook
And possibly persaude him
Rumor has it he′s castillian!
And a reckless buckeneer!
And I hear he carries sev'ral... whips.
He′s a sultan from Kabul-
With women at his fingertips!
They say he's nearly eight feet tall!
I'm told he waddles when he walks
And often twitches when he talks!
Oh, England′s losing sleep!
Who is this blasted Pimpernel?
The butcher in the village
Claims he saw the man last week!
Galloping a camel cross the moor!
Wearing full blakeney green
I′ve told you all before!
I'm sure he′s flatulent and crass
Here, Here! The man's a horse′s ass!
No, no! He is neighbourly and kind
But quite erotically inclined.
Whatever guise he may employ
He's England′s pride and joy!
Who is the Scarlet Pimpernel?