There once was spider named Syd
Who lived under our avenue grid
He came up for some air
And gave us a scare
And we wished that he’d stayed where he’d hid
Today I went out to the shops
To buy half a dozen pork chops
But the butcher had none
So all said and done
We’ll have to make do with pig’s slops
There once was a young prince called Harry
An American actress he’d marry
In his book name of Spare
To the world he’d declare
Facts that are reckoned contrary