There once was a fellow named Dusty,
who reported on a guy we call Crusty,
well Crusty was late,
for his check in date,
'cause he was busy with his gal who is busty.
For her he was lusty,
our good old friend Crusty,
and from the basement he came which was musty.
So Dusty jumped from his chair,
through the door with the wind in his hair,
and proceeded to jump into his Justy.
No more can I take,
I needed a break,
to the Batfish I went which is rusty.