I have a ukulele
His name is bob
When I pluck his strings
They happily throb
Bob has no limbs
But he always lends me a hand
When I get bored
I pick him up again
I play him with a smile
And he sings for a while
Though there's all these good things
There's one thing you should know
Deep down on the inside
Bob
Is
A
Hoe
