The Judge there was, from Washington he cam
Though short of height, he was fiery man.
So well be studied at his schole the law to learn
A place at Yale eventually he earned.
He was a very parfit praktisour.
An upright man, a Christian digne and pure
What matter if at schole he was a joliardeers?
He well did know the names of all the beers.
He saw no shame to chase the girls
To take his pants down and show his bit
For he was just a virgin in a dronken fit.
To work with men of High Renown and state
Was all his wish, nor would he work at lower rate.
He was a moral man and told us so.
His people came from Ireland long ago
But sooth to say his name I cannot find.
Ford is the only name that comes to mind.