A maiden and a Cyclorax
Were wandering arm in arm.
He was full of gin and beer
And she was full of charm.
Said the maiden to the Cyclorax
"Pray, will you marry me?"
But the Cyclorax turned sky blue pink
And floated out to sea.
Oh a maiden and a Bosiphur
Were strolling hand in hand.
He was small and very poor
But she was awfully grand!
She turned to him and whispered
In a voice you couldn't hear
"Will you be mine, sweet Bosiphur?"
But the Bosiphur said "Oh, dear!"
