The cow is of bovine ilk;
One end is moo, the other is milk.

When I remember bygone days
I think how evening follows morn;
So many I loved were not yet dead
So many I love were not yet born.

The grackle’s voice is less than m
His heart is black, his eye is yel
He bullies more attractive birds
With hoodlum deeds and vulgar word
And should a human interfere,

I test my bath before I sit,
And I’m always moved to wondermen
That what chills the finger not a
Is so frigid upon the fundament.

Whales have calves,
Cats have kittens,
Bears have cubs,
Bats have bittens,
Swans have cygnets,

People who have what they want are
And I wish I could afford to gath
I dont’ mind their having a lot of
But I do think that they damn wel
But no, they insist on being steal

There is one thing that ought to b
Which is that people ought to be t
I don’t mean the kind of apologies
Because I think that is sort of s
No, I object to one kind of apolo

Toward a better world I contribut
I eat the squab, lest it become a

In spite of her sniffle,
Isabel’s chiffle.
Some girls with a sniffle
Would be weepy and tiffle;
They would look awful,

Hypochondriacs
Spend the winter at the bottom of
the Adirondriacs.
You go to Paris and live on champ
If you’re dipsomognac.