Oh pick a pock of peach pits, pockets full of pie
Foreign twenty black boards baked until they cry
Winnipeg was open the burst again to sing
Oh worsen that a Danish ditch was two-by-four the king

The king was in a pallor, counterfeiting moneys
The queen was in a tizzy reading all the funnies
The maid was in the garden hanging by her toes
Along came a north wind and that's the way she froze

-Walt Kelly