The Whale

Here’s a song about a whale
With a most amazing appetite
In San Francisco town there lived a whale
Who ate pork chops by the pale
By the pill-box, by the suitcase
By the bathtub, by the schooner
Her name was Sara and she’s a peach
But you can’t leave food within her reach
Nor nurse-maids, nor Airedales
Nor chocolate ice cream sodas
She eats a lot but when she smiles
You can see her teeth for miles and miles
And her adenoids, and her spare ribs
And things too fierce to mention
So what can you do in a case like that?
What can you do except sit on your hat
Or your toothbrush, or your grandmother
Or anything else that’s helpless