There was an old man of Arabia,
Gripped by musical mania;
Wherever he went,
Folks quickly sent,
Him jamming back to Arabia.
There was a young lady of Addis,
Whose hair brought on cases of madness;
It was so wild,
It quickly exiled,
Any sense to be found in Addis.
There was an old person of Yale,
Determined to turn to a snail;
He said, “I’ll soon ooze,
For I’ve paid my dues,
After years of study at Yale!”