Michael Finnegan

Michael Finnegan

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,
He had whiskers on his chinigan,
They fell out and grew back inagain,
Poor old Michael Finnegan. Begin again.

There was an old man called Michael Finnegan,
Climbed a tree and barked his shinigan,
Took off several yards of skinigan,
Poor old Michael Finnegan. Begin again

There was an old man called Michael Finnegan,
Ran a race and tried to win again.
He fell down and bumped his shin again.
Poor old Michael Finnegan. Begin again.

There was an old man called Michael Finnegan,
he grew fat and then grew thin again.
Then he died and had to begin again.
And that’s the end of Michael Finnegan.