I objurgate the centipede,
A bug we do not really need.
At sleepy-time he beats a path
Straight to the bedroom or the bat
You always wallop where he’s not,

Your hopeless patients will live,
Your healthy patients will die.
I have only this word to give:
Wonder, and find out why

The firefly’s flame
Is something for which science has
I can think of nothing eerier
Than flying around with an unident
person’s posteerier.

I find it very difficult to enthus
Over the current news.
Just when you think that at least
And that is why I do not like the

Behold the duck.
It does not cluck.
A cluck it lacks.
It quacks.
It is specially fond

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

The camel has a single hump;
The dromedary, two;
Or else the other way around.
I’m never sure. Are you?

I’ve never seen an abominable snow
I’m hoping not to see one,
I’m also hoping, if I do,
That it will be a wee one.

Candy
Is Dandy
But liquor
Is quicker.

This one is entering her teens,
Ripe for sentimental scenes,
Has picked a gangling unripe male,
Sees herself in a bridal veil,
Presses lips and tosses head,