remembered childrens rhymes

The sausage was a fat one
The outside was a skin
The inside was the mystery
Of poor little Jim

In the boarding house I lived in
Everything was growing old
Silver threads amongst the butter
And the cheese was green with mold
When the dog died we had sausages
When the cat died, catnip tea
When the landlord died - I left there
Spare ribs were too much for me
......too much for meeeeeeeee