There was a young person of Ayr
whose head was remarkably
square on the top in fine weather
she wore a gold feather
which dazzled the people of Ayr
Little Jack Horner sat in a corner
watching his chips mount high
he sat a while grinning
then said Ha! I'm winning,
what a wizard at poker am
There's a train at 404 said Miss Jenny
Four tickets I'll take. Have you any?
Said the man at the door
Not four for 404
For four for 404 are too many four’s