Michael Finnegan

(A cyclical song, meant to "begin again")

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,
He grew whiskers on his chin-ne-gan.
The wind came up and blew them in again,
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again.

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,
He went fishing with a pin-ne-gan.
Caught a fish but dropped it in again,
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again.  

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,
Climbed a tree and barked his shin-ne-gan.
Took off several yards of skin-ne-gan,
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again.