His father was a Jones of the Joneses of Old Whoop,
Hezekiah Jones was Captain of a famous fighting sloop,
Azariah Jones commanded at the battle of Great Neck,
In the dark old days of trouble, all the Jones were on deck.

Down thru noble lines he came, honors written o'er his name.
Many a man would give a fortune for the lineage he can claim.

His mother was a Brown of Massachusetts Browns,
Who were citizens of Plymouth and those other good old towns.
When the savages shot arrows through the Puritans' tall hats,
And they soused the wicked witches, out of sight, in boiling vats.

On his mother's side, there was power, honor, and pride.
That the Browns made up a splendid stock, has never been denied.

His father was a sturdy Jones, his mother was a Brown,
He told me of the lines thru which his blood had trickled down.
His pedigree would gladden many a longing millionaire,
Last night as I sat silent while he deftly cut my hair.

 (Author Unknown)