If I was a rhyming rooster,
I'd strut and I'd crow all day.
I'd sing the songs of Wooster,
And Bertie would go ``Hey hey!''.
If I was a rhyming mistress,
My words would have great sway.
And all the rhymes for mistress,
Would come to me, oy veh!
If I was a rhyming soldier,
I'd march on leather boots,
And the rhymes that I would holler,
Would have them in cahoots!
If I was a rhyming poet,
I'd rhyme the greatest odes,
But wouldn't you just know it,
I can't find the rhyming lodes.