There was a young fellow from Leeds ,
Who swallowed a packet of seeds ,
From his bum came a rose ,
Buttercups from his nose ,
And his ears sprang a garden of weeds.
Things from my brain
There was a young fellow from Leeds ,
Who swallowed a packet of seeds ,
From his bum came a rose ,
Buttercups from his nose ,
And his ears sprang a garden of weeds.
There once was a man from Calcutta,
Who found all his food in the gutter,
Though it made him quite sick,
And it was hard to pick,
Should to eat it dry or with somen butter.
There was a young soldier from China,
Whose coat had nettles for a liner,
Though it hurt his back,
And stung his butt crack,
He thought that there was no coat finer.
There was a fat man from Ukraine,
faulty chute but jumped out of a plane,
with a thunderous sound,
he ploughed into the ground,
as his backside went straight through his brain.
There was an old man from Jamaica,
who thought he was a fabulous baker,
but his buns were quite flat,
and his cakes full of fat,
trust me quite sick they will make ya.
There was a young fellow from Wales,
Who was quite sadly impaled,
But he came back to life,
And he grabbed a large knife,
And ate lots of animal tails.