There was a man named Dirty Bill
He lived on top of Garbage Hill.
He never took a bath – he never will.
Yuck-tooey, Dirty Bill!

There was a gal called Josephine
who washed herself in gasoline.
When she got near a little fire
she soon looked like a funeral pyre.

Once there was a man called Dan —
a man no man could understand.
The words he spoke were always slurred
so he was hardly ever heard.

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