There was a young man had the art
Of making a capital tart
With a handful of shit
Some snot and a spit
And he'd flavour the whole with a fart. 

There was a young girl, very sweet, 
               Who thought sailors' meat quite a treat. 
                    When she sat on their lap 
                    She unbuttoned their flap. 
               And always had plenty to eat. 

NOW I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP
WITH THE BOY ACROSS THE STREET
WONT MY DADDY BE DISGUSTED 
ONCE HE SEE'S MY CHERRY'S BUSTED
AND WONT MY MOMMY BE SURPRISED
WHEN SHE SEE'S MY BELLY RISE

Sent by JESSICA

There was a young girl, very sweet, 
               Who thought sailors' meat quite a treat. 
                    When she sat on their lap 
                    She unbuttoned their flap. 
               And always had plenty to eat. 

Part 3 of 3
Then up spoke a lady from Kew,
And said, as the Bishop withdrew,
"The vicar is quicker
And thicker and slicker,
And longer and stronger than you."