The day of the ball was coming.
Katie got out her hair dye,
Took her wax ear from the cupboard,
Uncorked her bottle of rye,
Got her false teeth from the water,
Chased down the dog for her shoe.
If only she can keep her wits about her
And find that damned pot of glue.

After the ball was over,
Katie took out her glass eye,
Put her peg leg in the corner,
Hung up her wig to dry,
Put her false teeth in some water,
Hung her wax ear on the wall.
No, there wasn't much left of poor Katie
after the ball.