There once was a man named MichaelFinnegan, He grew whiskers on his chinnegan, The wind came up and blew them in ag'in, Poor old MichaelFinnegan (begin ag'in!)
That's my favorite verse :)Because it's like the only one I remember. Oh, and the one where he climbed a tree and barked his shin again, tore off several yards of skin again, poor old MichaelFinnegan! :)