The Storks

(come, chum, from gum humdrum!
 Drum mum from some numb slum
 Some dumb slum scum bum gum
 Some bum plum rum, yum!
 Um, hum some
 Thrum some, bum some bum rum
 Some come from mum
 Some come from cum
 Strum, thumb! thrum, thumb!
 Gum some plum, mum
 Thumb some bum cum
 Dumb slum cum chum)
 A naughty boy led others in jest
 About the tiny storklings in their nest
 Who were afraid, and told the storkess so
 She said:
 "be patient now, but when you grow
 Bring all good children sisters and brothers
 From yonder swamp, where unborn babies hide
 But that loud boy, who jeers above others
 Bring him the babe who dreamt too much and died
 We'll show that nasty, vicious little fool
 The stork is not the bird to ridicule."