Limerick

An elderly lady from Crewe
Was happily making a brew.
She chucked in some tea leaves
And rolled up her sleeves
Then started it all anew. That was difficult

An elderly lady from Crewe
Was happily making a brew.
She chucked in some tea leaves
And rolled up her sleeves

An elderly lady from crew
Was happily making a brew
She chucked in some tea leaves

An elderly lady from Crewe
Was happily making a brew

There was a young potter from Stoke
Who gave a wasps' nest a good poke
An act he would rue
While eating his stew,
Washed down with a bottle of Coke.

An elderly lady from Crewe

Sorry... did that wrong, didn't i?

There was a young potter from Stoke
Who gave a wasps' nest a good poke
An act he would rue
While eating his stew

While eating his stew

There was a young potter from Stoke
Who gave a wasps’ nest a good poke
An act he would rue

There was a young potter from Stoke
Who gave a wasps’ nest a good poke

When Mary's little lamb grew up
She was very good chums with a pup
They sailed the high seas
Despite being bitten by the fleas
And having to share the same cup

There was a young potter from Stoke

When Mary's little lamb grew up
She was very good chums with a pup
They sailed the high seas
Despite being bitten by the fleas

When Mary's little lamb grew up
She was very good chums with a pup
They sailed the high seas

When Mary's little lamb grew up
She was very good chums with a pup

There was a young lady from Crewe,
Who was so skinny that when the wind blew
She was able to fly
Through the spokes of The Eye
Thus jumping the very long queue.

When Mary's little lamb grew up

There was a young lady from Crewe,
Who was so skinny that when the wind blew
She was able to fly
Through the spokes of The Eye

There was a young lady from Crewe,
Who was so skinny that when the wind blew
She was able to fly

There was a young lady from Crewe,
Who was so skinny that when the wind blew

Young Jack he was sat in a corner
Dressed in black as the youngest sad mourner
He said "that was my pet
For your dinner you ate
Here's the feathers that used to adorn 'er,."

There was a young lady from Crewe

"For your dinner, you ate"

Young Jack he was sat in a corner
Dressed in black as the youngest sad mourner
He said " that was my pet"

Young Jack he was sat in a corner
Dressed in black as the youngest sad mourner

Bo peep was away on an outing
There was dancing and singing and shouting
And as for the sheep
They were home fast asleep
As for that there is some room for doubting

Young Jack he was sat in a corner

Bo-Peep was away on an outing
There was dancing and singing and shouting
And as for the sheep
They were home fast asleep

Bo-Peep was away on an outing
There was dancing and singing and shouting
And as for the sheep

Bo-Peep was away on an outing
There was dancing and singing and shouting