Based on the poem 'The Salt Herring' by Charles Cros.
There was a big white wall - empty, empty, empty;
Against the wall there was a ladder - tall, tall, tall,
And on the ground was a salt herring - dry, dry, dry.
He comes holding in his hands - dirty, dirty, dirty,
A heavy hammer, a huge nail - pointy, pointy, pointy,
And a ball of twiny string - fat, fat, fat.
Then he climbs up the ladder - tall, tall, tall,
And he plants the pointy nail - bang, bang, bang,
At the top of the big wall - empty, empty, empty.
He lets go of the hammer - that falls, falls, falls,
To the nail he ties the string - long, long, long,
To the string ties the salt herring - dry, dry, dry.
He climbs back down the ladder - tall, tall, tall,
Carries it off with the hammer - heavy, heavy, heavy,
And then he goes away - far, far away.
And since then the salt herring - dry, dry, dry,
At the end of the string - long, long, long,
Slowly twists in the wind - forever, ever, ever.
So I made up this story - simple, simple, simple,
To annoy folks who are - serious, serious, serious,
And to make the little children - laugh, laugh, laugh.