SARAH THE WHALE
In Frisco town, there lived a whale.
They fed her peanuts by the bale,
In wash tubs, in bathtubs, in sailboats, and in schooners.
Her name was Sarah, and she was a peach,
But you couldn’t leave food within her reach,
Or babies, or nursemaids, or chocolate ice cream sodas.
She loved to smile and when she smiled, You could see her teeth for miles and miles, And her tonsils, and her spare ribs,
And things to fierce to mention.
Now what you gonna do in a case like that? There’s nothing to do but sit on your hat, Or your toothbrush, or your roommate, or Anything else that’s useless!