Oh, to see our poor little boy Tommy O’Flanagan,
Jumping a puddle and falling splat on his can again.
Off running and dripping now on his way home,
All mucky and muddy and covered in loam.
Tommy with all his wits now collected,
Is trying to sneak in undetected.
Our dear sweet but splattered little Tommy O’Flanagan,
Hoping ne’er to be caught in his latest shenanigan.