There was a young lady of Raymond,
Who was perpetually maddened;
By docks in the dell,
Always giving her hell,
That ruffled young lady of Raymond.
There was an old man with a brush,
Who re-painted the world in a rush;
He found it a bore,
All the people adore,
This new world he made with his brush.
There was a young lady of Lima,
Who spent eighty years in a coma;
When she awoke,
She thought it a joke,
She was now an old lady of Lima.