There was once a fine patriot.

[Michael Bailey]

there once was a fine patriot
who really cared about the issues a lot
he danced 'mong the flowers
for hours and hours
- ah the 60's weren't the end, oh indeed not...

there once was a dick named Sportello
whose chums knew him for a fine fellow
detecting he mastered
and located Shasta
also winning 10 g's - very mellow!

there once was a poet named quine
whose poetry was very fine
but he never got published,
in fact his stuff was called rubbish
because he inevitably and incorrigibly always tried to stuff waaaay
too many words in the very last line!