There was an old man named Michael Finnegan.
He grew whiskers on his chin-negan.
The wind came up and blew them in again.
Poor old Michael Finnegan - begin again!
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan.
He fell down and broke his shin-negan.
Folks said, "Mike, you'll never swim again".
Poor old Michael Finnegan - begin again!
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan.
He grew fat and then grew thin again. .
Thinner than a safety pin-negan.
Poor old Michael Finnegan - begin again!