In Frisco town there lived a whale
They fed her peanuts by the pail,
And washtubs and bathtubs
And sailboats and schooners.

Her name is Sarah and she's a peach,
But don't put food within her reach
Or babies, or nursemaids
Or chocolate ice cream sodas.

She loves to smile and when she smiles
You can see her teeth for miles and miles,
And her tonsils and her spare ribs
And things too fierce to mention.

Now what can you do in a case like that,
There's nothing to do but sit on your hat,
Or your toothbrush, or your best friend,
Or anything else that's helpless.