when a gorgeous young lady named Fay
Said, “see how the lambs they play.
Come with me to yonder field,
Where all maidens must surely yield,
I said, “but Fay, its raining today!”.
A young lady named Jane
Sang a most mournful refrain.
I could repeat her song,
As it wouldn’t take long,
But its copyright of Jane!
A very ugly and most ancient squire
Said, “I must sire
Lots of healthy offspring
To please my king,
But my young wife has no desire!”.