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There was an old man called Michael Finnegan.

He grew whiskers on his chin—but

the wind came up and blew them in again.

Beards are good for finger-fiddling

stroking, tickling, searching in—but

there was an old man called Michael Finnegan—

thought his profile needed broadening

thought he’d flaunt a bushy grin—but

the wind came up and blew it in again.

Beards may need some clipping, shortening

left alone they easily win—but

there was an old man called Michael Finnegan—

crowds stopped by his strange shenanigan

called out all their kith and kin—but

the wind came up and blew them in again.

Beards are great when gales are threatening

keep drafts out and comfort in—but

there was an old man called Michael Finnegan.

The wind came up and blew him in again.