This is the story of Fitzy McKowski Obromovich Brown.
He lived in a brownstone in the center of town.

There was a young lady that Fitzy did favor.
Every meeting they had, he made sure to savor.

His friends would insist that his love wasn't right.
But ole Fitzys resolve wouldn't give up the fight.

They said "Fitzy you're slow and a tad too dumb."
And to all their pleas, Fitzy grew numb.

She was too witty too beautiful to be but a thought.
A future barstool story, a what if and ought.

So Fitzy got dressed, he bought flowers and ****.
He found her and asked her lickity split.

They watched Fitzys chin drop down to his chest.
His friends would give Fitzy a wide berth to rest.

One old man hobbled up to ask her why she'd turn ole Fitzy down.
"Because my name is Francesca McKowski Obromovich Brown!"