When the thunder stalks the sky,
When tickle-footed walks the fly,
When shirt is wet and throat is dr
Look, my darling, thats July.
Through the grassy lawn be leather

There was a young belle of Natche
Whose garments were always in patc
When comment arose
On the state of her clothes,
She drawled, When Ah itchez, Ah

My friends all know that I am shy
But the chipmunk is twice and shy
He moves with flickering indecisio
Like stripes across the television
He’s like the shadow of a cloud,

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

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.

The people upstairs all practise b
Their living room is a bowling all
Their bedroom is full of conducted
Their radio is louder than yours,
They celebrate week-ends all the w

The song of canaries
Never varies,
And when they’re moulting
They’re pretty revolting.

The cow is of bovine ilk;
One end is moo, the other is milk.

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

Celery, raw
Develops the jaw,
But celery, stewed,
Is more quietly chewed.