There was an old man with a flute,
Who played it with only his boot;
He stomped and he smote,
Never played a note,
That rhythmic old man with a flute.
There was an old man of the sea,
Whose boat was a fine mystery;
He sailed on a goat,
Somehow stayed afloat,
Those salty masters of the sea.
There was a young lad who said, “Nope,”
To washing with a bar of soap;
He bathed in a stew,
Then ate his lunch too,
That contented young lad who said, “Nope.”