There was an old man of Milano,
Who loudly yelped, “Help me out, pronto!
If not for this chair,
I’d be standing on air,
I must be tied down in Milano!”
There was a young lady whose jig,
Was roundly despised by the pig;
But loved by the cow,
Who wished to know how,
She came up with that marvelous jig.
There was an old lady of Trussville,
Whose hat was widely known as distrustful;
She never knew,
But it secretly grew,
Till she was known as the hat of Trussville.