When someone is lost in the graveyard
While eating a big bowl of Swiss chard
the zombies come sniffing
whilst their coifs be-spiffing
and they feast on the bits you discard

When his young daughter first went diving

When his young daughter first went diving
The fisherman's business went thriving.

When his young daughter first went diving
The fisherman's business went thriving
How she could lure all the fish

When his young daughter first went diving
The fisherman's business went thriving
How she could lure all the fish
Was a mystery many did wish

When his young daughter first went diving
The fisherman's business went thriving
How she could lure all the fish
Was a mystery many did wish
To discern - but none are surviving...

There’s a fellow, last name Hannity,

There’s a fellow, last name Hannity,
that looked like a brown baby manatee

There’s a fellow, last name Hannity,
that looked like a brown baby manatee
He was often mistaken

There’s a fellow, last name Hannity,
that looked like a brown baby manatee
He was often mistaken
for underwater bacon

There’s a fellow, last name Hannity,
that looked like a brown baby manatee
He was often mistaken
for underwater bacon,
a meatloaf, or a random deity.

A random diety he was not

A random diety he was not
Apolla was he, and he was hot

A random diety he was not
Apolla was he, and he was hot
He said he was Thor






;)

A random diety he was not
Apollo was he, and he was hot
He said he was Thor
whose thunder did roar