There was a young lady so thorough

She thought about Death without sorrow

                As she dashed to and fro.

                “It is pure  ‘Touch and Go’

That I will be Silenced tomorrow.”

 

She never put skulls on her table,

Or her buttons, yet she was able

                (As she dashed to and fro)

                To accept: Touch and Go’

Is the Fate of all Life so unstable.

 

Now, she never made claim to be witty

With a concept so basically gritty,

                As she dashed to and fro

                Laughing: “It’s ‘Touch and Go’

With Everyman’s personal skit – ee!”

            

              OOOOhhhh MMMyyyy-eeee