There once was a dude from Nantucket

Who came to live in a bucket

He played around

And got turned about

And sprung a leak in his socket

La cama mas comoda y duradera

Es dos metros bajo tierra y hecha de madera

If a toad doth eat flies

And a fly doth buzz

Then as the serpent dies

The wires cross

If a bit is a bit

And a jot is a jot

Then perhaps it is writ

That their legacy is not

I can see the shadow

Of a kingdom that might have been

Or perhaps it is an echo

From a snake that stirs within