Letra de A Tragic Story
There lived a sage in days of yore And he a handsome pigtail wore But wondered much and sorrowed more Because it hung behind himHe mused upon this curious case And swore he'd change the pigtail's place And have it hanging at his face Not dangling there behind himSay he, "The mystery I've found I'll turn me round," He turned him round But still it hung behind himThen round and round, and out and in All day the puzzled sage did spin In vain, it mattered not a pin The pigtail hung behind himAnd right and left and round about And up and down and in and out He turned, but still the pigtail stout Hung steadily behind himAnd though his efforts never slack And though he twist and twirl, and tack Alas! Still faithful to his back The pigtail hangs