Henry Pond had no funHad a face like a currant bunThis adolescent little fellaWas nicknamed by his friends 'Old Yell
a'The doctors gave him creams and lotionsTo try to sooth the boys emotionsBut all in vain; the acne stayedHenry's hopes be
gan to fadeThen, when just about to crackHe found another cream - MedacWhen Henry in the mirror peeredHis pimples all had
disappearedHenry laughed and yelled 'I got 'em!Me face is like a baby's bottom'