Iām a tiny tiny thing Ever flying in the spring Round and round a ringaring. Long ago I was a king, Now I do this kind of thing On the wing, on the wing! Bing!
He rushes against the mauve shade flapping noisily. Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty petticoats.
Conservio lies captured He lies in the lowest dungeon With manacles and chains around his limbs Weighing upwards of three tons.
O, the poor little fellow Hiāhiāhiāhiāhis legs they were yellow He was plump, fat and heavy and brisk as a snake But some bloody savage To graize his white cabbage He murdered Nell Flahertyās duckloving drake.