There was an old person from Lawndale,
First cousin to Senator Mondale.
She voted for Carter, but said it was harder
To jump up and down about Mondale.
There was an old man at O’Hare,
Whose behavior was cause of despair.
He tried to get into the overhead bin,
’Cuz he thought that that thing was his chair.
There was an old person from Bridgeport,
Who left, and was pining a smidge for it.
When they told him “Go back,” he proceeded to pack,
Throwing things in his bag with a pitchfork.
There was an old person from Lakeview;
No disaster could make him forsake you.
He was loyal and good, but he misunderstood
That not everyone relishes Lakeview.
There was an old man on Pulaski,
Who tried to get in with a pass key.
When it broke in the lock, he proceeded to knock
On the doors of that block of Pulaski.