A boy named James

A boy named ‘James’

went up in flames

for no apparent reason;

they wondered why,

and one did cry,

“It must just be the season.”

Then a girl,

gave a Viennese Whirl,

to an unsuspecting lad;

he ate it in one, and said, “Such fun!”

but, turned from good, to bad;

he took a boot to a Mandrake root

never a thing to do;

he fell down dead,

and the neighbours said

that they couldn’t give a hoot

to the silence of an owl

who has too much wit to woo.