Theophilus Thistler, the thistle sifter,
Sifting a sieveful of unsifted thistles,
Thrust three thousand thistles through the thick of his thumb.
Three thousand thistles through the thick of his thumb,
Theophilus Thistler thought that this shouldnt be done.
So Theos therapeuticlly sucked his thumb,
He Thumped and Thrashed till the pain was done.
He throttled his freeze then thrashed his knees,
Wouldnt you know it – theo was done,
These thorns taught Theo none,
he dialed the number with THAT thumb.
In the end it went real numb,
Oh deary diary dumb, I really miss my mum.