There was an old man from Tarentum
Had a pair of false teeth and he bent ’em
When asked what the cost
In case they were lost
He said: “I don’t know, I just rent ’em!”
There once was a man from Gorem
Had a pair of tight pants and he wore ’em
When he bowed with a grin
A draft of air rushed in
And he knew by the sound that he tore ’em!
There once was a man from the city
Stooped to pat what he thought was a kitty
He gave it a pat
But it wasn’t a cat-
They buried his clothes – what a pity!