There was this man. His name was Louis.
He got involved with a lady named Flo.
He owned a farm and sold some sheep.
All he wanted was to make some dough.
Louis was a bachelor and timid about things.
His lady friend was hot on his trail.
She wanted marriage right away.
Faster than two shakes of a little lamb’s tail.
He tried to sell her a sheep instead.
He said, “This pretty girl will do.”
Flo had had quite enough!
” I really don’t wanna lose you (Lou’s ewe)!”
“Then take a ram, bam, thank-you madame.”
Louis was buried out beyond the old oak tree.
I admit it. I was drinking twisted tea when I wrote this. I am a silly frog.