There was a little fish
Who made a little wish
Not to end up on a dish on a table
So when it saw a hook
It didn't take a second look
It swam away as fast as it was able
In the flood of '94
Barnacles stuck to my door
And fish were run over on the street
A hundred lobsters or more
Crawled across my floor
But at least I had my favourite foods to eat
Snails may be slow
They take forever you know
Speed is something that they lack
But you'd be slow too
Barely reach a speed of two
If you carried your house upon your back
In the storm of '92
The wind blew and blew
So hard that birds flew into outer space
The Statue of Liberty's torch
Then landed on my porch
And a pie from London hit me on my face
A platypus has a beak
A beaver tail, and webbed feet
It has a most unusual look
It makes you wonder whether its mother
Was a beaver and its father was a duck
In the summer of '91
The heat coming from the sun
Was enough to boil water in the sea
When I went to have a look
I found the fish fully cooked
And seaweed turned the water into tea
There is a songwriter named Chan
Who comes from southeastern Japan
When he tries to write a song
He gets the rhythm all wrong
Because he tries to put as many words in the last line as he possibly can.
There once was a Texas resident
Who became the U.S. President
He promised billions to help the poor
Then spent it all on a war
For which the taxpayers paid every cent.
There once was a Texas resident
Who became the U.S. President
He sent the army to free Iraq
So many of them never came back
In a war on which billions were spent.
There once was a Texas resident
Who became the U.S. President
He sent troops to a faraway land
To oust some leader named Saddam
During the season of Lent.
(My father wrote this poem):
There once was a Texas resident
Who became the U.S. President
He spent billions to train the poor
Then sent them off to fight a war
Their losses will cause much lament.
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