There was an old lady whose yard,
Grew bunches of stars that she jarred;
The night bought them all,
And sometimes they fall,
To get back to their home in that yard.
There was a young lady of Nashville,
Who tried but could never stand still;
She jittered and jumped,
Her doctors were stumped,
That bouncy young lady of Nashville.
There was an old man with a drum,
Who’d play for a drink or a crumb;
Give him a plate full,
He’d always be grateful,
And bring down the whole town with his drum.