There was a young woman from Bude
Who hated to stand in a queue
She lay on the ground
Until she was found.
And charged with fomenting a feud.
Then there was her sister in Kent
Whose bicycle wheels were both bent
Circles no more
They threw her to the floor.
And as these things go so she went.
Finally meet Susan from Stone
She lives near the Pennines alone
She likes watching sheep
Climbing up the hill steep
And the sheepdog with a juicy beef bone
