Poor Sandy
Sandy was Bandy
She had bow legs
She had tried everything
To straighten her pegs
One day in utter despair
She went to a chiropractor
Who said with a stare
What a terrible sight
And grabbed at her legs
Which gave Sandy a fright
Then he did something
No chiropractor should do
He took hold of her leg
And started to screw
He screwed her leg round
Then gave it a twist
He'd straightened her leg
With a flip of his wrist
He was so pleased
With what he had done
He did the same thing
With the other one
The pain was excruciating
Sandy started to plead
Look at my legs
You have made me Knock Kneed
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