As you wish. This is the classic version I heard as a kid:
There once was a man from Nantucket,
Who kept all his dreams in a bucket.
But then came a dame,
He'd heard not her name,
Who smiled and said, “Sir, let’s up-chuck it.”
She danced in the night with a wink,
With moves that would make your heart sink.
Hearsky's dear mother,
Could suck like no other,
Could charm both a priest and a shrink.
They whispered her tales in the bay,
Of Jazz fanz who’d beg her to stay.
But she'd just grin wide,
With no need to hide—
She lived life her own daring way.