There was a young man from Waukeegan,
Who was happily dating a vegan.
There were times when he irked her by eating a burger,
But each found the other intriguing.
There was an old person whose zeal
Made him bug-eyed and tense at the wheel.
He wasn’t much fun, and they said he was un-
representative of their ideal.
There was an old person from Bozeman,
Who greatly resembled a clothespin.
The part in her hair was remarkably square—
So her husband inserted his nose in.
There was an old man from Connecticut,
Who was always forgetting his etiquette.
He jumped up and sprayed us, and ate our potatoes,
And made his escape through Connecticut.
There was a young person named Wheeler,
Preserved in a jar of tequila.
“I’m a gnat! I’m a gnat!” was the comment of that
Hymenopterous person named Wheeler.