I lived with a pigeon, a rat, and a mole,
I learned to climb branches, and idled in holes.
We wore straw hatses,
and fought perilous matches,
of tennis in fountains
with halibut shoals.
I met a man
With many a chin,
Many a chin
to put things in,
So if ever you felt
like a bottle of gin,
He’d fish one out
from the folds of his skin.
I worked in a factory,
that made pockets of summer,
you'd find 8 in the overalls,
of your local plumber.