There was an old lady whose farm,
Had an inhospitable charm;
Haunted by daisies,
And friendly zombies,
There was no understanding that farm.

There was a young lad of Caracas,
Who couldn’t help but cause a fracas;
The place was too nice,
He tore it up twice,
That unsettled young lad of Caracas.

There was a young lad whose glasses,
Were stuck to his head with molasses;
He called in the ants,
They were his last chance,
For him to be free of those glasses.