The first rhyme that he found
Was on a trip to Spain
He asked a monk for shelter
From the pouring rain

The curious monk asked him
"What brings you to my door?"
to which the oyster man replied
"It's a rhyme I'm searching for
The rhyme that I am seeking
Is for the creature oyster"
The monk said "Follow me
It's warm in side my cloister"

But one rhyme was not enough
For the man who favourite word
Was seldom ever said
And its rhymes were seldom heard

So he travelled on his way
And the rain kept falling down
He cursed the weather on his quest
He feared that he might drown

Then he met a cheery woman
Who knew no rhymes for oyster
"But" she said "you should try smile
For I've seen the weather moister"

But two rhymes were not enough
For the man whose favourite word
Was seldom ever said
And its rhymes were seldom heard

Then he met another traveller
Along his chosen route
This stranger was loud and rude
And plenty rich to boot

He laughed at our friend's quest
For a third rhyme for oyster
He said "I make my living selling toys
So I must be a toyster!
And if you said I'm boisterous
I must also be a boister!"

These two rhymes were quite enough
For the man whose favourite word
Was seldom ever said
And its rhymes were seldom heard

The oyster man got very mad
He did not think it fun
To laugh and joke about his word
To make such a silly pun
He picked up the laughing man
Who laughed harder "You hoister!"
So he threw him down, stole his gold
And as he ran he heard "You foister!"

The oyster man did not run far
Before the law men came
He said he was only guilty
Of looking for a name
To rhyme with his favourite word
He said, "The laugher is to blame
And the gold is but small payment
For his cruel, bad rhyming game"

The judge did not hear his plea
As he spelled out the rhymer's fate
He said "You'll stay in jail
For ever from this date
Until you find a rhyme
For the word you're about to hear"

Then he whispered to the oyster man
"Orange!" in his ear