Wandering by lone sea breakers

and sitting by desolate streams.
There once was a man from the city,
Whose girl was incredibly pretty.
She’d wait there awake, though he worked really late, as his rhymes were exceptionally witty.

There once was a man from the city, Whose girl was incredibly pretty. She’d wait there awake, though he worked really late, as his rhymes were exceptionally witty.