The turtle lives twixt plated deck
Which practically conceal its sex.
I think it clever of the turtle
In such a fix to be so fertile.

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,

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

Behold the hippopotamus!
We laugh at how he looks to us,
And yet in moments dank and grim,
I wonder how we look to him.
Peace, peace, thou hippopotamus!

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,

The truth I do not stretch or sho
When I state that the dog is full
I’ve also found, by actual test,
A wet dog is the lovingest.

Children aren’t happy with nothing
And that’s what parents were creat

He tells you when you’ve got on t
And helps you with your girdle wh

Senescence begins
And middle age ends
The day your descendents
Outnumber your friends.

Parsley
Is gharsley.