There once was a Martian named Zed
With antennae all over his head.
He sent out a lot
But nobody knows what he said.
There was a young fellow who thought
Very little, but thought it a lot.
Then at long last he knew
What he wanted to do,
But before he could start, he forgot.
A teacher whose spelling’s unique,
Thus wrote down the days of the wique :
The first he spelt “Sonday,”
The second day “Munday”
And now a new teacher they sique.
There was a young person called Smarty
Who sent out his cards for a party ;
So exclusive and few
Were the friends that he knew
That no one was present but Smarty.