Michael Finnigan

There was an old man named Michael Finnigin He had whiskers on his chin-i-gin The wind blew them off and they grew in again Poor old Michael Finnigin! Begin again There was an old man named Michael Finnigin He went fishing with a pin-i-gin Caught a fish, but dropped it in again Poor old Michael Finnigin! Begin again There was an old man named Michael Finnigin Climbed a tree and barked his shin-i-gin Took off several yards of skin-i-gin Poor old Michael Finnigin! Begin again There was an old man named Michael Finnigin He grew fat and then grew thin-i-gin When he did, he had to begin-i-gin Poor old Michael Finnigin! The end-i-gin