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.

A mighty creature is the germ,
Though smaller than a pachyderm.
His customary dwelling place
Is deep within the human race.
His childish pride he often please

Master I may be,
But not of my fate.
Now come the kisses, too many too
Tell me, O Parcae,
For fain would I know,

This is a song to celebrate banks,
Because they are full of money and
you hear is clinks and clanks,
Or maybe a sound like the wind in
Which is the rustling of the thous

I sit in the dusk. I am all alone
Enter a child and an ice-cream con
A parent is easily beguiled
By sight of this coniferous child.
The friendly embers warmer gleam,

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

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.

Who is the happy husband? Why, in
'Tis he who’s useless in the time
Who, asked to unclasp a bracelet o
Contrives to be utterly futile, fu
Or when a zipper nips his loved on

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

Barber, barber, come and get me;
Hairy torrents irk and fret me.
Hair and hair again appears;
And climbs like ivy round my ears.
Hair across my collar gambols;