I give you now Professor Twist,
A conscientious scientist,
Trustees exclaimed, “He never bun
And sent him off to distant jungle
Camped on a tropic riverside,

One would be in less danger
From the wiles of a stranger
If one’s own kin and kith
Were more fun to be with.

There is one thing that ought to b
Which is that people ought to be t
I don’t mean the kind of apologies
Because I think that is sort of s
No, I object to one kind of apolo

He who is ridden by a conscience
Worries about a lot of nonscience;
He without benefit of scruples
His fun and income soon quadruples

I test my bath before I sit,
And I’m always moved to wondermen
That what chills the finger not a
Is so frigid upon the fundament.

Beneath this slab
John Brown is stowed.
He watched the ads
And not the road.

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.

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

When people aren’t asking question
They’re making suggestions
And when they’re not doing one of
They’re either looking over your s
And then as if that weren’t enough

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