Old Mother Combs

Old Mother Combs, when she wanted to stray

Would fly through the sky on her broom made of hay.

Poor Mother Combs had a home covered in bricks.

With a couple of dogs at the door, scratching their ticks.

This is her cat, Klingon, a fine-looking cat;

Not very thin, but very very fat.

She sent her daughter to market - a goat she did buy

“Here, Mother, isn’t it cute?” was her child’s reply

The goat ate Mother Combs’ broom

So Mother sent her daughter to her room

Then she wondered how she was blessed

With a child, that caused this whole mess.