There was a young lad with a horn,
Who tooted it every morn’;
The town ran him out,
Now he wanders about,
That homeless young lad and his horn.
There was an old lady of Seoul,
Who dug a most marvelous hole;
She kept digging down,
‘Til she ran out of ground,
That deepest old lady of Seoul.
There was an old man of Nairobi,
Who made him a wife of adobe;
When dry she was good,
But rain made her mud,
That lonely old man of Nairobi.