One two three four five six seven!
Said the Alligator King to his seven sons,
"I'm feelin' mighty down
Whichever of you can cheer me up
Will get to wear my crown"

His first son brought seven oyster pearls
From the bottom of the China Sea

The second gave him seven statues of girls
With clocks where their stomachs should be

The third son gave him seven rubies
From the sheikdom down there beneath
The King thought the rubies were cherries,
And he broke off seven of his teeth

The fourth son tried to cheer him up
With seven lemon drops
The King said, "I'm sorry son,
Since that ruby episode, I just haven't got the chops"

The fifth son brought the King perfume
In seven fancy silver jars;
The King took a whiff, and he broke out in spots
'Cause it smelled like cheap cigars

The sixth son gave him seven diamond rings
To wear upon his toes
The King snagged his foot on the royal red rug
And crumpled up his nose

The seventh son of the Alligator King
Was a thoughtful little whelp
He said, "Daddy, appears to me
That you could use a little help"

Said the Alligator King to his seventh son,
"My son, you win the crown
You didn't bring me diamonds or rubies, but
You helped me up when I was down
Take the crown; it's yours, my son
I hope you don't mind the dents
I got it on sale at a discount store-
Cost me all of seven cents!"
Seven!