Patters and Tatters
Patters had a gallant band,
An army made of clay.
But Tatters took the garden hose
And washed them all away.
Crown the King With Carrot Tops
Crown the king with carrot tops,
Dress him in sateen,
Give him lots of licorice drops,
With suckers in between.
For he’s a king with lots of power
And awful, awful fierce,
He kills a pirate every hour
And washes in his tears.
He rides a charger ten feet high,
A dashing, dappled gray;
Has ginger pop and lemon pie
For breakfast every day.
So get a royal canopy,
The finest ever seen,
And whiskers for his majesty,
And tresses for the queen.