Rudis Fabulas

Poor Willie had a funny gait; His feet were somewhat spastic, Baggy trousers falling down Because of tired elastic. Split the atoms in my brain With a tiny hatchet; Ask not for whom the slow bells toil, The quicker to dispatch it. Silly Martha stuck her arm Beneath a turning ratchet; And all of Humpty's buckets, bowls Were not enough to catch it. Split the atoms in my brain With a tiny hatchet; Ask not for whom the slow bells toil, The quicker to dispatch it. Quick Leon drove his car too fast, And soon enough he crashed it; We gathered up what we could find And in the glove box, stashed it. Split the atoms in my brain With a tiny hatchet; Ask not for whom the slow bells toil, The quicker to dispatch it. Old Uncle Amos always wore Upon his neck, a gasket; One day young Amos pulled it out- And now he wears a casket. Split the atoms in my brain With a tiny hatchet; Ask not for whom the slow bells toil, The quicker to dispatch it.