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.

Bring down the moon for genteel J
She’s too refined for this gross p
She wears garments and you wear cl
You buy stockings, she purchases h
She say That is correct, and you

The ant has made himself illustrio
Through constant industry industri
So what?
Would you be calm and placid,
If you were full of formic acid?

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.

Some people, and it doesn’t matter

Bound to your bookseller, leap to
Deluge your dealer with bakshish a
Lean on the counter and never say
Wodehouse and Wooster are with us
Flourish the fish-slice, your butt

The grackle’s voice is less than m
His heart is black, his eye is yel
He bullies more attractive birds
With hoodlum deeds and vulgar word
And should a human interfere,

In fourteen hundred and ninety-two
Someone sailed the ocean blue.
Somebody borrowed the fare in Spa
For a business trip on the boundin
And to prove to the people, by act

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,

One thing that literature would be
Would be a more restricted employm
metaphor.
Authors of all races, be they Gre
Can’t seem just to say that anythi