There was an old man

All dressed in red

With 14 ducks around his head

And chickens around his feet.

He had no hair upon his head

The ducks had dined and fed

The chickens plucked and pecked his feet

Until they were shreds of red.

He walked the road

With his heavy load

On his way to send them home

They refused to leave him peacefully

So he ate them.

Wade Harold Johnson