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

A witch shall not be suffered to live

Is an order we all must follow

But who can be sure that the witch is dead

If from the start her heart was hollow?

This is why I’m cheating you

You seem intent on cheating me