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There once was a man from Down
Who used to be a clown
He lost his job
And started to sob
So now he wears a frown
Lauren McGovern

There once was a girl called Poppy
Who was very, very floppy
She said 'I don't care
I can go anywhere
Because I always write in my copy'
Sarah Hayes

There once was a woman called Katie
Who was nearly eighty
She flew to the moon
On a witch's broom
An that was the end of Katie
Aine Walton

There once was an old ginger cat
Who was really very fat
He ate all around him
And never went to the gym
And that's why he was so fat.
Amy Perdue

There once was a girl called Anne
Who had a very beautiful fan
She would wave it all day
And there was no way
She would ever put down the fan.
Ciara McGovern

There once was a man called Bill
Who lived on a Dublin hill
He had sixteen wives
All of them alive
So he had very big bills.
Liam O'Brien

There once was a man called Long
Who was very, very strong
He could lift a car
He could run really far
But he always got his sums wrong
Conor Ivors

There once was a woman called Jackie
Who was so very wacky
She went to explore
But only next door
So now you know why she's wacky
Lisa Rice

There once was a lad called Larry
His sister's name was Barry
She hated her name
So to hide her shame
She stayed in bed all the day
Emma Clancy

There was once a boy from Limerick
Who liked to play a trick
He played one on his mum
Who had a big tum
So she gave him a good old kick
Aimee Fahy

There once was a man from Spain
Who was in a lot of pain
He hurt his back
Lifting Blu Tac
And now he walks with a cane
Ciara McGovern

There once was a boy from Killenaule
Who got hit in the head with a ball
He got a black eye
And started to cry
And then he ran into the hall
Luke Britton

There once was a dirty old dog
Who sat on an old log
He started to bark
When he saw a lark
And fell into the smely old bog.
Miriam Walton

There once was a man from Clare
Who had lots of long black hair
He couldn't wear a hat
It would make his hair flat
So he cut it off one day for a dare.
Maria McGrath

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