An aspirin’ young fella named Marvin,
was lean; but not yet quite starvin’.
Having a heck of a time,
just tryin’ to rhyme;
but no statues of Mary he’s carvin’.
My cousin Marvin might have carved statues of Mary. He owned a business that made awards, medals, trophies, and similar products out of wood and metal. He would not have made them for himself, though. He was Baptist.