Was tired of living alonio
He thought he would woo Antonio Antonio
Miss Lucamy Lu, Rode of on his polo ponio
Miss Lucamy Lucy Molonio. And found the maid
In a bowery shade,
Sitting and knitting alonio.
Said if you will be my ownio
I’ll love tou true Oh nonio Antonio
And buy for you You’re far too bleak and bonio
An icery creamry conio. And all that I wish
You singular fish
Is that you will quickly begonio.
Uttered a dismal moanio
And went off and hid
Or I’m told that he did
In the Antartical Zonio.