There once was a girl named Dan
Who loved to fix and loved to fan:
She blowed and blowed
And sewed and sewed
And needled and needled
And wheedled and seedled.
She loved to fix and loved to fan
And that’s the story of Dan.
There once was a fella named Beth
Who loved to break and hold his breath.
Inhaled, inhaled
And sailed and sailed
Navigated, navigated.
Stavikated, avadrated.
She loved to break and hold his breath
And that’s the story of Beth.
There once was a cat named Chris
Who loved to kill and loved to kiss
He washed and wished
And fussed and fished
And lettered and littered
And glittered and twittered
She loved to kill and loved to kiss
And that’s the story of Chris.
There once was a what named Blank
Who loved to drink as it sat and thank
So sipped and sipped
and supped and supped
The opposite. So neither did—quite ill-fitted,
to say what’s the wrong of the . . .
(Zank!)
It loved to drink as it sat and thank
And that’s the Story of Blank.