There was an old man in a cave
Who desperately needed a shave
With whiskers so white
Took his cut-throat so bright
Not much left for the doctors to save.
I've just seen the prettiest bird
With the sweetest song you've ever heard
It flitted and skirled
In its own joyful world
And pooped in my eye, oh my word
I have no line for this next rhyme
Though I pounded my brain and spent time
In the pen for my sin
Growing haggard and thin
And thought about nothing but time...
