Once upon a time there was an Ita
And some people thought he was a r
But he wasn’t offended,
Because other people thought he wa
And he said the world was round,

The grackle’s voice is less than m
His heart is black, his eye is yel
He bullies more attractive birds
With hoodlum deeds and vulgar word
And should a human interfere,

The summer like a rajah dies,
And every widowed tree
Kindles for Congregationalist eye
An alien suttee.

I find it very hard to be fair-min
About people who go around being a
I just can’t see any fun
In soaring up up up into the sun
When the chances are still a fresh

This is a song to celebrate banks,
Because they are full of money and
you hear is clinks and clanks,
Or maybe a sound like the wind in
Which is the rustling of the thous