Nothing makes me sicker
is too expandy
I find it very hard to be fair-min
About people who go around being a
I just can’t see any fun
In soaring up up up into the sun
When the chances are still a fresh
Oh, “rorty” was a mid-Victorian w
Which meant “fine, splendid, jolly
And often to me it has reoccurred
In moments melancholy.
For instance, children, I think i
One thing that literature would be
Would be a more restricted employm
Authors of all races, be they Gre
Can’t seem just to say that anythi
First a little
Then a lottle
Isabel met an enormous bear,
Isabel, Isabel, didn’t care;
The bear was hungry, the bear was
The bear’s big mouth was cruel and
The bear said, Isabel, glad to me
The ant has made himself illustrio
Through constant industry industri
Would you be calm and placid,
If you were full of formic acid?
In Baltimore there lived a boy.
He wasn’t anybody’s joy.
Although his name was Jabez Dawes
His character was full of flaws.
In school he never led his classes