I had a tiny friend,
Who was a musician,
He played the banjo long,
And made us tango along.
He jumped on his belly,
And played the piano daily,
Till we were sick of it,
Almost on the verge of a fit!
He climbed the Huge Wall,
Just after a big brawl,
To the barman of Drinkblink Inn,
Where he went for a li'l drink.
He never noticed the hole in his pocket,
When he was putting on his jacket,
No money did he have that day,
Not a shilling, nor a penny to pay!
He ordered for a rum, a vodka and a beer,
Another whiskey and soda he drank with good cheer,
One mug after another he emptied down,
Back and forth with joy danced his belly brown!
"HeeHawHo! Time to pay up Big Joe!"
"Wait"; cried he, "there is another beer to go!"
Saying thus he fainted there,
Yes, then and there and there.
And the barman cried and the lady sighed,
And the postman called us saying he died.
Down we went, all cluttering together,
Muttering to ourselves, birds of the same feather.
Right down the street to the other side of town,
Where the barman sat, his hands on his crown.
We looked at his body and nodded and cried,
"Alas! if only he would our words abide!"
And we kissed his cheeks and dressed his belly,
And thought of his love for sugar-coated jelly.
"Pay up for Big Joe! HeeHawHo!"-
The barman ordered, stamping on the snow.
We fumbled, and mumbled and jumbled and crumbled,
And all together back home we tumbled!
