“Grace is the Princess of Dumb,”
Pig ponders, as he drinks his rum,
He says “it is strange,
The small size of her brain,”
Yet he can’t help but find her a chum.
If there is a Dumbland, she’s in it,
A Nobrain Dumb Prize, she’d win it.
When told “tent in pants”
After given the chance,
To get the joke took her ten minutes.
She’s amusing when covered in paint,
Her humour is really quite quaint.
But give her some spelling,
And she’ll spell it “sfelingk”-
She’s a few things, but smart’s one she ain’t.