Tired Old Lady
There once was a tired old lady
Who simply couldn't breath
She felt like an old bicycle tire full of holes
In constantly need of patching up
There once was a tired old lady
Who simply couldn't breath
She felt like an old rug/carpet hung out on a line
No matter how many times you beat said carpet/rug
The result always remain the same
No matter how many times you beat us the carpet and/or rug
The stuff whatever it is never wants to leave us
There once was a tired old lady
Who simply couldn't breath or even laugh
Because her lungs would feel like two balloons
Tied at the end ready to pop