There's a bump on the log in the hole . . . There's a frog on the bump on the log . . . There's a fly on the frog on the bump . . . There's a wing on the fly on the frog . . . There's a flea on the wing on the fly . . .
Nobody knows what shape it's in.
Tonight Late last night when we were all in bed, Mrs. O'Leary left her lantern in the shed.