Lyrics Out on a Limerick: Rosa Bud - Rupert Holmes

Thank God for that.
The sheep has been sheared!
I don't know how men live
Through heat with a beard.
Gladly I shed
This tent of a coat.
My explanation
I now emote!

My motive in taking the role
Of a wigg'd and white-whiskered soul
Was to ably disguise
My most feminine size
When I'd take an inquiring stroll.
For strangers who'll chat with a chap
And reveal this and that in a snap
Are remarkably leery
Of women who query
Too much; it's a great handicap.
So this disguise saw me through it!
Playing the part of a man!
Really, there's nothing much to it.
Most any animal can,
Climbing out on a limerick,
Out on a limerick,
Out on a limerick air.

I found a theatrical kit,
And as Datchery I did my bit.
So to clear Neville's name.
(I confess to my shame
'Twas for vengeance as well, I admit.)
I followed John Jasper high-low,
Found the dens he descends to below,
And when he surfaced here
'Twas immediately clear:
My suspicions were quite apropos.
So I crept to the lodgings of Jasper,
Dressed in this garb (what a sight!)
There I found my mother's clasp?
The one I gave Edwin that night.
Jasper took it from Ned
After hurling him dead
Towards the weir riverbed, I suppose!

Rosa Bud? Datchery? knows!
And the proof is quite clear,
Let us bring Jasper here
To be tried and then tied up and strung!

And from this limerick,
Let him be hung!