The little bowwoman at the shipyard
wasn’t its favourite bard
Aries doesn’t grow on trees
Does it look like golden fleece?
The fisherman in the bowl of lard
was looking for the coast gaurd
For the sharks were biting
it was not just flounder and whiting
The greatest family was in a corner
sitting around Jack Horner
Mum said I am good as dumb
Dad said my son could be had
And Dame said she couldn’t name
We could all lose the game
Would a Captain-King, from the West, have his wings?
They want to clip them into tiny rings
The Prime Minister of this country
is like a dolt of ding-a-ling
How is my chorus going to sing
that is prone to much shambling?
I thought of my pets
and all these sunsets
I heard a whistle in the bustle
It came, from the deep, like a missile
The treacherous ones in the submarine
are always getting meaner than mean!
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