There once was a gal named Yetta
Who, honestly, should've known better
When getting in bed with Ed, her fella
She would always bring an umbrella
She'd say 'Without it, Ed said I'd get much wetter'
About Yetta's fella named Ed
Wasn't right in the head, wanted her dead
He bought a sharp butcher knife
Couldn't use it to save his life
It was too hard, ain't that what she said?