How Gullible Can You Get

That old gullible Gulliver Gold Would believe anything he was told It would turn to champagne Catching drops in the rain But all he caught was a nasty cold Then we told him to try it again Said this time it would turn into gin In a steady downpour His throat got really sore And grew incredibly pale and thin When he got well we thought we would say Fame and fortune was coming his way They would crown him the King If he drank gasoline So now they'll lay him to rest today