For he was a read rhymer,
(Being "read", you know, is most rare),
And there was none more finer,
At jesting all at long hair.

Alfie made many good folk,
Laugh at boys' long hair-"like girls",
He wrote, as fun he did poke,
Each word being wisdom's pearls.

Yes, by all he was acclaimed,
As tonic better than beer,
His rhymes everywhere were famed,
For they were what folk wished to hear.

Yet, one night Alf donned a wig,
Screamed, "Bald", and jumped 'neath a hearse",
Six feet of grave we had to dig,
Which is the end of bad verse.

Gerald O'Hagan U.6.