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

A shrimp who sought his lady shrim
Could catch no glimpse
Not even a glimp.
At times, translucence
Is rather a nuisance.

The ostrich roams the great Sahar
Its mouth is wide, its neck is nar
It has such long and lofty legs,
I’m glad it sits to lay its eggs.

People who have what they want are
And I wish I could afford to gath
I dont’ mind their having a lot of
But I do think that they damn wel
But no, they insist on being steal

There is something about a Martin
A tingle remarkably pleasant;
A yellow, a mellow Martini;
I wish I had one at present.
There is something about a Martin

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

Go hang yourself, you old M.D.!
You shall not sneer at me.
Pick up your hat and stethoscope,
Go wash your mouth with laundry so
I contemplate a joy exquisite

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

Foreigners are people somewhere el
Natives are people at home;
If the place you’re at
Is your habitat,
You’re a foreigner, say in Rome.

I find it very difficult to enthus
Over the current news.
Just when you think that at least
And that is why I do not like the