When the thunder stalks the sky,
When tickle-footed walks the fly,
When shirt is wet and throat is dr
Look, my darling, thats July.
Through the grassy lawn be leather

It is common knowledge to every sc
That all sin is divided into two p
One kind of sin is called a sin of
And it is what you are doing when
And the other kind of sin is just

This is a song to celebrate banks,
Because they are full of money and
you hear is clinks and clanks,
Or maybe a sound like the wind in
Which is the rustling of the thous

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

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

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

The song of canaries
Never varies,
And when they’re moulting
They’re pretty revolting.

There was a young belle of Natche
Whose garments were always in patc
When comment arose
On the state of her clothes,
She drawled, When Ah itchez, Ah

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

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