I once knew a man named Nantucket
He kept my vascular artery in a bucket
And if you asked him "what is that for" . . .
he'd say that he very well can't keep it in the silver-wear drawer...
Now this old Nantucket was a brawny old ass,
he dranked and swilled, then pissed in his glass
and how i ended up with him, er I really dunno,
but dag nabbit, i'll tell yee how i remember it's go.......