There once was a mantis named Kerry,
Whose legs were exceedingly hairy.
She was ogling Russ,
Who recoiled in disgust –
He wanted to be eaten by Shari.
A flea and a fly, in a flue,
Were caught, so what could they do?
Said the fly, “Let us flee.”
“Let us fly,” said the flea.
So they escaped, through a flaw in the flue.
There once was a bug on the wall,
Who died in the spring in the fall.
It would have been a bad thing
Had it died in the spring.
But it didn’t – it died in the fall.