The Maynooth Limerick Song
By: David Flack
Duration
3:03
Genres
Description
a song composed of limericks about people and places around Maynooth and Lake St. Peter
Lyrics
There once was a man from Maynooth Who was insolent, rude and uncouth He ate black flies for lunch But they made a loud crunch Left ugly black stains on each tooth. Another old man from Maynooth Was well known for stretching the truth He claimed that his fish Wouldn't fit in a dish Nor a breadbox or telephone booth. Lake St. Peter is chilly in Spring If you enter, high notes you will sing A brave camper named Jim Jumped in for a swim And ran out with a frostbitten thing. To Dragonfly hippies commute Where they're giving the rat race the boot With alternative trends And some oddly-dressed friends Cause happiness is their pursuit. Andy Connelly isn't on facebook Or on myspace or twitter so don't look This ungooglable man Lives with no cell phone plan Is he lost in the late Sixties outlook?
