A poke-a-dot pig with a long ponytail, Would dance until the all floor joists would fail, She went on a long cruise, For food, dancing and booze, But, her weight sank the ship before it set sail.
There was an old lady in Kalkaska,
Her kids all moved to Nebraska,
But, once they came home,
They didn’t want to roam,
Nebraska was too cold like Alaska.
My trumpet, I tried and tried to make toot,
It didn't work because it was stuffed with a fruit,
It seems my dear nanna,
Didn't like her banana,
The fruit fit my trumpet but not grandpa's flute.