A pretty belly dancer from Lees,
Used to wiggle her middle to please,
‘til a young man from Shaw
Discovered the flaw,
Of a knocking noise made by her knees.
So she moved up the road to Springhead,
And took up lion taming instead,
‘til one Friday night,
She had such a fright ,
As the lion tried to bite off her head!
So she took a new job up in Oldham,
To sew mens shirts and to fold ‘em
And what of the lion,
With cage made of iron?
An advert in ‘ Chronicle sold ‘em.