There was a fat man of Bombay,
Who was smoking one sunshiny day,
When a bird called a Snipe flew away with his pipe,
Which vexed the fat man of Bombay.
"WHEN THE PIE WAS OPENED, THE BIRDS BEGAN TO SING."
There was a fat man of Bombay,
Who was smoking one sunshiny day,
When a bird called a Snipe flew away with his pipe,
Which vexed the fat man of Bombay.
"WHEN THE PIE WAS OPENED, THE BIRDS BEGAN TO SING."