there once was a boy who walked with a lisp,
he spoke with a limp, and cried from his fist
he jumped with a hop, his eggs were all scotch
his knees made him sneeze, his fingers were botched
he ate upside-out, and drank inside-down
no-one could tell if he smiled or he frowned
on the day of his death he coughed up his brain
and floated to sea, a freezing blue flame
