Classic Poem

Oh, as I went down to Derby Town
All on a summer's day,
It's there I saw the finest ram
That was ever fed on hay.

And if you don't believe me
And think I tell a lie,
Just you go down to Derby,
And you'll see the same as I!

Oh, the wool upon this ram's back
It drug to the ground,
And I hauled it to the market,
And it weighed ten thousand pounds.

Oh, the horns upon this ram's head
They reached to the moon,
For the butcher went up in February
And never got back till June.

Oh, the ears upon this ram's head
They reached to the sky,
And the eagle built his nest there
For I heard the young ones cry.

Oh, every tooth this ram had
Would hold a bushel of corn,
And every foot he stood on
Would cover an acre of ground.

And if you don't believe me
And think I tell a lie,
Just you go down to Derby,
And you'll see the same as I!
An added stanza from another variant:

Oh, the man that owned this ram, sir,
He must have been awful rich,
And the boy who wrote this song, sir,
Was a lying son of a bitch.