the craster fast, though not faster
than the brash and raspy plasterer
met with quite a sore disaster
perhaps because she was not faster.
she lived on the trash under the plaster
until the day that the old master
sent to patch the cracking plaster
in his task accidentally cast her
in the process making the craster
grasp for gasps but at last passed faster
than she would have had he asked her
if it was alright to patch the plaster.
now the moral is that every craster
must one day meet their master.
now say that ten times faster.
copyright 1979 barry louis polisar
from songs for well behaved children