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.