> >> The song goes on and on and on, always to the same tune,
> >> I swear it's far more constant yet than the turning of the moon.
> >> How many stanzas can she write to inflict upon our ear?
> >> How many times can she find rhymes until we're out of here?
> >>   I won't continue my own song to torture you yet more,
> >>   I just wish that Leslie Fish would learn to stop at four.
> >>
> >> alt:
> >>   I won't continue my own song until my voice is hoarse,
> >>   I just wish that Leslie Fish would get her own damn horse.