Oh! she is the Tarrasch Of this parish. Tartakover Is her lover, and Ragozin is her cousin. Will she, will she Always Flohr me? Will she never Phil-adore me? Will she never Care a damn bit For my Center Counter Gambit? I will have to pull my neck in For she dotes upon Alekhin. I will have to pull my oar in For she dotes upon Tchigorin! Yes -- An' what of Kotov?The full text may be found in "The Treasury of Chess Lore" by Fred Reinfeld.
P.S. In the regional magazine Northwest Chess, published in Seattle, Washington, there once appeared a chess-related story which began:
"Did you hear what happened to Bob? He was taking a Panov the stove and he Byrned himself!" "No kidding! That must have Hort like Hecht!"