Loddy, Gin, and Ella Zander
Rode to market on a gander;
Bought a crane for half a dollar;
Loddy led him by the collar.
Mister Crane said: “Hi there, master,
Can’t you make your legs work faster?
We can’t poke along this way.”
Then he slowly flew away.
Loddy held him fast, you bet,
And he hasn’t come home yet.
