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A man who liven in Leeds by Alvin Schwartz.

Some say this rhyme doesn’t mean anything. Others are not so sure.

There was a man who lived in Leeds;

He filled his garden full of seeds.

And when the seeds began to grow,

It was like a garden filled with snow.

But when the snow began to melt,

It was like a ship without a belt.

And when the ship began to sail,

It like a bird without a tail.

And when the bird began to fly,

It was like an eagle in the sky.

And when the sky began to roar,

It was like a lion at my door.

(Now drop your voice.) And when the door began to crack, It was like a penknife in my back—

And when my back began to bleed,

(Turn out any lights.) I was dead, dead, dead indeed!

(Jump at your friends and scream smile

“AAAAAAAAAAAH!”