O Duty,
Why hast thou not the visage of a
Why displayest thou the countenanc
conscientious organizing spinster
That the minute you see her you ar

Peekabo, I Almost See You
Middle-aged life is merry, and I
But there comes a day when your ey
And your friends get jocular, so y
And of all your friends he is the

I give you now Professor Twist,
A conscientious scientist,
Trustees exclaimed, “He never bun
And sent him off to distant jungle
Camped on a tropic riverside,

Beneath this slab
John Brown is stowed.
He watched the ads
And not the road.

Nothing makes me sicker
than liquor
and candy
is too expandy

The summer like a rajah dies,
And every widowed tree
Kindles for Congregationalist eye
An alien suttee.

Once upon a time there was an Ita
And some people thought he was a r
But he wasn’t offended,
Because other people thought he wa
And he said the world was round,

Oh, “rorty” was a mid-Victorian w
Which meant “fine, splendid, jolly
And often to me it has reoccurred
In moments melancholy.
For instance, children, I think i

Sure, deck your limbs in pants,
Yours are the limbs, my sweeting.
You look divine as you advance . .
Have you seen yourself retreating?

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