The Man from Kerchoo

There once was a man from Kerchoo

Who didn’t know what he should eat

Or what he should put on his feet

He didn’t know if it was shoes

Or if he should chew on a treat

He sang in the local town band

In a voice that was rather dreary

He wasn’t a singer quite clearly

But he thought he sounded just grand

And who can doubt such a fine theory?