There was a girl in bootee,
Who lived on the Santee,
And worked as a tutee.
But it was known to a tee
That she was a reportee,
Though she came as a legatee.
Her lawyer sat on a settee.
He put on a coatee,
Strangely wearing puttee,
And actually with a goatee.
Though he's quick at repartee,
Even in a legal committee,
But there's still no guarantee.