Bob Hope was a helluva guy
And one thing he wasn't was shy
He could sing, he could dance
Tell a joke, prat and prance
Then kick back with a big glass of rye
On a trip to a right far place
Trav'lin' tourist class is no disgrace
Small seats cause distress
Young kids are a mess
But the price puts a smile on your face
Some things are best left forgotten
Like the fish that you found out was rotten.
But birthdays are not
As easily subject to rot
as trout or red snapper au gratin...