There once was an Ulsterman, Seamus,
from the North, like the prophet called Amos.
Though neither are British,
their scandals are skittish,
and, though not from Limerick, famous.
Four-fifths of the verse that in Britain
is published by Seamus was written.
Of all that is Irish
I’m somewhat admirish,
but by Seamus I’m totally smitten.
In Hebrew the name of this Seamus
means “names, ” and the word is spelt sheymus
when written in Yiddish
we Jews, when we’re iddish,
revert to, so goyim won’t shame us.