Poor, Old Bill

The Snack of a Monk (1912) by Eduard Grutzner Repro

Bill lived on a hill in Kentucky

Where life was rather unlucky.

See, Bill was fat and rather pale,

And he moved slow as a snail.

Daily bill ran to town and home

Without so much as a moan.

For he knew that any sound

Was bound to put him in the ground.

One day when Bill was going out

He stubbed his toe with a shout.

He held his breath and prayed to God

And took for weapon a frozen cod.

The earth shook his jelly belly,

And the air was something smelly.

Bill made a dash down the hill

But the giant ate poor, old Bill.