Bricks and bones!
Sticks and stones!
I chased a thief through twenty zones.

I found his hat
On Ararat,
And hurried on as quick as scat.

In a day or two
I found his shoe
Where he had sailed for Timbuktu.

I met the goat
That ate his coat
Upon the road to Terre Haute.

At last all worn
And quite forlorn
I chased him up the Matterhorn.