There was a young lad on a bridge,
Above a great pool of porridge;
He jumped off the side,
And opened up wide,
But the porridge ate him up like fudge.
There was an old lady of Memphis,
Who spoke with a spit and a hiss;
“Hok pita patoo!
Sass sis sauce sue!”
That garbled old lady of Memphis.
There is a young person whose eyes,
Leak oil whenever she cries;
If your car breaks down,
Give her a stern frown,
And she’ll fix you right up with those eyes.