There were once these three lovely young dames,
With exceedingly uncanny names:
There was Baker and Zater and Cook;
And then one of them shouted: “Dames, look!
Here comes old Mr. Flop who is pointy on top
And in parts is exceedingly round!”
Then said Flop: “Don’t you dames make a sound!
There are hears that I hear going ‘round:
That Miss Baker’s a breaker,
Mrs. Zader’s a traitor,
And Mz Cook? she’s a genuine crook.
As for me – Mr. Flop – I’m an aging old fop
Who just happens to be a good cop.”