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.