Whatever you want to call it

Oh There was a man
More drunk than Peter Pan
He drank all his money
Said "Bye" to his honey
Then jumped in front of a van

There flies Polly Goose
Her feathers flew a truce
But Conan the hunter
hopped out of his bunker
lassoed her with a noose

Biddly dat de dat
Old lady walks her cat
The cat seemed at peace
But chomped off it's leash
To chase after a rat

The kids played in the Den
They picked on poor young Ben
But ben was a pyro
He set them on fire oh
They never picked again