My walking stick

I have a cane

Which I did obtain

From a main

Man who was a Dane

Who liked to feign

All of his gain.

His wife was named Jane

She lived in the lane

Which was inane

It was really a pain

When it would rain

Because she would go insane

And try to slit a leg vein

But as the rain began to wane

So did her random acts of zane.