Thursday, 25 June 2009


In the little town of Fuller
In a house on Fuller Street
There lived the Fuller family
Their hair all trimmed and neat

They all had fuller figures
‘cause of course they ate too much
All except their terrier
Whose name was simply Butch

Now Butch was much to skinny
He looked just like a whippet
And every time his coat got thick
A Fuller had to snip it

The mistress of the household
who was by trade a fuller
was always fulling wool
no matter what the colour

and so the story goes
the Fullers bought a cat.
Didn't last the day though
the dog is fuller that.

last verse thanks to Keith Wallis