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Song of the Open Road I think that I shall never see A billboard as lovely as a tree. Perhaps unless the billboards fall… I’ll never see a tree at all.
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.
May I join you in the doghouse, R… I wish to retire till the party’s… Since three o’clock I’ve done my… To entertain each tiny guest. My… And if they want me, let them find…
He who is ridden by a conscience Worries about a lot of nonscience; He without benefit of scruples His fun and income soon quadruples…
A child need not be very clever To learn that “Later, dear” means…
The cow is of bovine ilk; One end is moo, the other is milk.
Being a father Is quite a bother. You are as free as air With time to spare, You’re a fiscal rocket
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
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,
A bit of talcum Is always walcum.
The summer like a rajah dies, And every widowed tree Kindles for Congregationalist eye… An alien suttee.
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.
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…
As I was going to St. Ives I met a man with seven lives; Seven lives, In seven sacks, Like seven beeves
To keep your marriage brimming, With love in the loving cup, Whenever you’re wrong, admit it; Whenever you’re right, shut up.