There was a young priest of Kings
Who's mind was upon higher things.
But his true heart's desire,
Was a boy in the choir,
With an ass like a jelly on springs.
There was a fella named Skinner,
Who took this young girl out to dinner,
Everything was going fine,
And by half past nine,
It was in her, not Skinner the dinner.
There was an engine driver named Hunt,
Who was given an engine to shunt,
Saw a runaway truck,
By yelling out "duck,"
Saved the life of the fella in front.
There was a young man named Rex,
With exceedingly small organs of sex,
So in charge with exposure,
He replied, with composure,
De minimis non curat lex.