Michael Finnegin

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He grew whiskers on his chinnegan
The wind came up and blew them inagain
Poor old Michael Finnegan
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There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He kicked up an awful dinagin
Because they said he must not singagin
Poor old Michael Finnegan
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There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He went fishing with a pinnegan
Caught a fish and dropped it in again
Poor old Michael Finnegan
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There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He grew fat and then grew thin again
Then he died and had to begin again
Poor old Michael Finnegan
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There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
Find a little tree and barked his skinagin
Took off several yards of skinagin
Poor old Michael Finnegan
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