A fisherman’s name was Pip.
He owned a beautiful ship.
He wasn’t illegal,
He caught nary a seagull.
Until today. Oh Pip.
A fisherman’s name was Pip.
He owned a beautiful ship.
He wasn’t illegal,
He caught nary a seagull.
Until today. Oh Pip.
There once was a tiny porpoise
That was the opposite of enormous.
Grey on the sides,
Black mouth and eyes,
With a song as nice as a chorus.