There was a little Butter Bean,
a boy of paunch and of tight jeans.
He was round and large, with little legs,
with little arms, like garden pegs.
He had ginger hair, just like a bean
and was full of lard under tight jeans.
One day he fell upon a pin
and out burst lard that filled four bins.
That lard was used to make more cakes
that Butter Bean would have ate;
but alas he couldn’t, he was dead
after too much chocolate, crisps and bread.