King John was not a good man –
He had his little ways.
And sometimes no one spoke to him
For days and days and days.

There was once an old sailor my grandfather knew
Who had so many things which he wanted to do
That, whenever he thought it was time to begin
He couldn’t because of the state he was in.

When I was one,
I had just begun.

When I was two,
I was nearly new.