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

There here are words of radical ad
Young man, be a snob.
Yes, if you are in search of argum
Why I’ve gottem.
Let the personnel managers differ;

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

Oh, weep for Mr. and Mrs. Bryan!
He was eaten by a lion;
Following which, the lion’s liones
Up and swallowed Bryan’s Bryaness

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

Any hound a porcupine nudges
Can’t be blamed for harboring grud
I know one hound that laughed all
At a porcupine that sat on a splin

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

Adam
Had’em

Toward a better world I contribut
I eat the squab, lest it become a

Tell me, O Octopus, I begs
Is those things arms, or is they l
I marvel at thee, Octopus;
If I were thou, I’d call me Us.