Mrs Johnson had a son.

Mrs Johnson had a son, A pie competition he had won. He ate twenty five pies, The secret in his stomach lies. He took the trophy, sat in the car. But his house was five steps far. Mrs Johnson came and hugged him tight, His belly made her take a flight. She bounced till the end of the room. On her head fell a yellow broom. Mrs Johnson had a son, Didn't I mention, he weighed a ton.