The cow is of bovine ilk;
One end is moo, the other is milk.
In January everything freezes.
We have two children. Both are sh
This is our January rule:
One girl in bed, and one in school
In February the blizzard whirls.
A mighty creature is the germ,
Though smaller than a pachyderm.
His customary dwelling place
Is deep within the human race.
His childish pride he often please
The hunter crouches in his blind
‘Neath camouflage of every kind
And conjures up a quacking noise
To lend allure to his decoys
This grown-up man, with pluck and
A flea and a fly in a flue
Were imprisoned, so what could the
Said the fly, “let us flee!”
“Let us fly!” said the flea.
So they flew through a flaw in the
Higgledy piggledy, my black hen,
She lays eggs for gentlemen.
Gentlemen come every day
To count what my black hen doth la
If perchance she lays too many,
One thing that literature would be
Would be a more restricted employm
Authors of all races, be they Gre
Can’t seem just to say that anythi
Now when I have a cold
I am careful with my cold,
I consult a physician
And I do as I am told.
I muffle up my torso
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.
Sure, deck your limbs in pants;
Yours are the limbs, my sweeting.
You look divine as you advance—
Have you seen yourself retreating?