Because I fell down a hole and this is my attempt to climb out.
There was a young squirrel named X
Whose thighs were like shiny round eggs
She gave them a shake
Then tripped on a rake
And now she's got yolk on her legs.
If pennies were pinnies
And pinnies were pennies
Then bakers would walk with a clank.
But plentiful piggies
With coins in their middles
Would laugh as they skipped to the bank.
And that being so
If a sow had to go
For a date with a man making bread
She'd raise her head high
- not a word of a lie -
Knowing well that her piglets were fed.
I haven't got a bucket
Or a picket in my pocket
And I divvn't have a hope of making sense.
But at least I'll have a sprocket
And a pippet on a poppet
When I tip it on the Tipperary fence.
I feel a little better now.
Maybe Because I’m a Londoner
19 hours ago