There was a young lady named Bright Who could travel much faster than light She started one day In the relative way And came back on the previous night.
There's a wonderful family called Stein, There's Gert, and there's Epp and there's Ein: Gert's poems are bunk, Epp's statues are junk, And no one can understand Ein.
Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November; All the rest have thirty-one Excepting February alone: Which hath but twenty-eight, in fine, Till leap year gives it twenty-nine.
This is the best world, that we live in, To lend and to spend and to give in: But to borrow, or beg, or to get a man's own, It is the worst world that ever was known.
