There was an old person of Juneau,
Who dreamt of going where few go;
Straight into Night,
He fit in just right,
That noble old person of Juneau.
There was an old person of Philly,
Who imbibed in a great deal of silly;
He hemmed and he hawed,
On impossible odds,
While trying to get back to Philly.
There was an old lady of Kew,
Who searched high and wide for a clue;
When offered one,
She said, “You’re no fun!”
Which puzzled the people of Kew.