He's very fat and rather big.
He rolls around in muddy goo.
Oh, how I wish that I could too!
April, Monday and Septober,
All the rest I can't remember,
But I could if I was sober.
Top the to read and bottom the from start.
It know you when follow to clear quite is,
Poet backwards a me makes which, thing this.
Was one foot too tall -
Or that's what his girlfriend said.
So to make himself shorter
And win the fair daughter
He cut off his great fat head.
Isn't he brave?
Look at him digging up somebody's grave.
Invented an ingenious new torture machine.
The victim is tightly tied up and put in,
And it tears all his clothes and sand-papers his skin.