There was an old person whose body,
Was built ramshackle and shoddy;
Say something funny,
He’d laugh up whole bunnies,
That dubious old person’s body.
There was a young lady whose job,
Was stretching the noses of snobs;
They called it high fashion,
‘Twas a painful passion,
But at least it gave her a job.
There was an old man of the East,
In charge of a marvelous feast;
He stewed himself well,
The people still tell,
Of that spicy old man of the East.