On the tiger’s cage she leant, now she ‘s went

There was a young lady from Kent
In whom wisdom was somewhat absent
She went to a zoo
She knew what to do
On the tiger’s cage she leant, now she ‘s went

My husband  lived near ICI
The air was so bad  they’d no  sky
They said, kill or cure
Or repent and be pure
So he just goes,”why, will I die?”

My husband was a very strange man
He  once fried an egg  on a pin
I said,I bought that in York
Why not use a fork?
He said,I pinked and so therefore I am.

He was on this diuretic for  a while
He had to pee into a vase or a pail
He had no desire
To eat or perspire
Nor did he break into a wail

I didn’t know he was going to die
He leaned over and smiled with his eye.
He winked at me laughing,
I  had a premonition
Before I could speak, he had sighed

I still think he’ll come back to me
So I put out a cup for his tea.
I see from the edge of my eye
He is there till I turn to espy
Well,at least up above, they don’t pee!