Priming the Pump

There once was a man from Nantucket

His roses were red, his violets were blue

He went up the hill to fetch a pail of water

And everywhere he went: lambs followed

He had a great fall

He had a great summer

But when he fell off the wall

That was a huge bummer

Poor Yorick!

One thought on “Priming the Pump

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *