"Ells Bells, from a very confused poet

Ellison Ellsworth said,

" 'Ells Bells"

Every time on the ice he fell.

He'd pick himself up,

Brush himself off

And climb to the top o' the dell.



Ellison lived

On Pellican Street,

On the top of the hill o' 'ell.

It was there he would dwell,

But occasionally'd bid farewell

And slide his way down to 'ell,



Ell's wife, Danielle

Gave an umbrella yellow

For balance to use if he fell.

But he was hesitant and so

The umbrella stayed home

For, at falling, he felt he'd excelled.



Now, un-conveniently located

At the bottom of the dell

Was a bell the town fathers made,

And it hung like a shell

Just above the well

In the path of the slide from 'ell.



So, slipping and sliding and haphazard gliding

Ellison Ellsworth would rush pell-mell

To the bottom of the dell

Wherein he would yell,

"Move the bell! Move the bell!"

"Oh, 'ells bells!"