Oh Jonothan, that Jonothan,
Yes we knew him well.
Just go ‘round,
They’ll tell you he was swell.
Jon—he had these hands, you see,
These hands, and eyes, and ears.
Actually, all of Jonothan
Was envied by his peers.
“Hey—give me a hand!”
They’d say, and off would pop his right.
“Yes, yes! I need one too!”
They cried, and the left was off in flight.
Jon’s eyes, I heard, were more absurd
than any there may be,
they’d slip right out of ol’ Jon’s head
and fly out across the seas.
You’d never see Jon dancing
As his legs were off to play,
Dancing ‘round the quadrille
Until dusk had conquered day.
“Oh Jon, you darling dear,”
They’d wonder, he and she,
“how can you live from day to day
When all your parts are flying free!”
And dear old Jon, the kindest thing,
he’d sit, and smile, and say,
“I suppose someone needed them.
So I gave them all away.”