There was a boy who i once knew,
who on his fingernail started to chew,
he chewed all night, he chewed all day,
he chewed right through to the month of may,
and then one night,
he started to bite,
on the tip of his finger,
o what a sight,
he chewed right down,
till but a stub was left,
and then he started on his chest!
and believe it or not, its ever so silly,
he started chewing on his Willy!
so of course one evening,
in the month of July,
when all the bleeding,
did subside,
there did lie the cold dead lips,
of billy best the village twit.
