There was a young person of June,
Who had pots of soup but no spoon;
He dunked his whole head,
To keep himself fed,
That straightforward young person of June.
There was a young lady of Phuket,
Who trained to sing like a cricket;
She chirped and she trilled,
But could only get billed
As a bird, that young lady of Phuket.
There was an old man of Manila,
Who only drank eggs and vanilla;
Add flour, sugar, and shake,
Then set aside to bake,
And you’d soon have a cake of Manila.