1.Though this can is a can, you all will agree,

The can is termed thus because it holds tea.

2.This long, narrow can holds so precious a stock,

That oft you will find it has more than one lock.

3.The most wick-Éd can, tho' safe from police,

Should you search for its heart you will find it in grease.

4.This can is a can that delights you and me,

It always is "open" and likewise is "free."

5.Where breezes blow and surges roll,

With swelling form and manner proud,

This can in triumph rides the waves,

The sailor's living and his shroud.

6.Here's a can, which, bear in mind,

Lives on others of its kind.

7.They say empty cans will produce the most noise,

But, if properly filled, this will startle the boys.

8.Most cans are hardly fit to eat,

Yet you'll like this kind, nice and sweet.

9.The waltz or the glee or the bold martial strain,

Each one, as his favorite, endorses;

But for those who prefer oratorio style,

This can sweetest music discourses.

10.Now who would elect in a can to reside,

Yet this as a shelter is known far and wide.

11.A can of most sagacious mind,

'Tis "frugal, prudent, shrewd," you'll find.

12.That a horse should use cans seems indeed strange to say,

Yet if pressed to have one he'd not utter a nay.

13.To put cans in poems no one is inclined,

Yet cans of this sort in some poems you'll find.

14.In tubs and in bowls men have ventured from land,

And in cans of this kind, so I understand.

15.Now, here is a can that is yellow and round,

'Twould seem little prized, for it grows on the ground.