Imagine my dismay one day

When from the hay in which I lay

I saw a pot right on the dot of nine,

And it was mine.

And in that pot right on the dot, 

I saw a lot of ink to blot.

But that's not all, there was a doll of mine.

And it was nine.

But that's not all, There was a tall,

A tall and taller waterfall.

I took that pot annd bought a lot of twine.

And it was mine.