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

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

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,

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,

Though you know it anyhow
Listen to me, darling, now,
Proving what I need not prove
How I know I love you, love.
Near and far, near and far,

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;

A girl whose cheeks are covered wi
Has an advantage with me over one

So Thomas Edison
Never drank his medicine;
So Blackstone and Hoyle
Refused cod-liver oil;
So Sir Thomas Malory

I know lots of men who are in love
And to fall out with their loved o
They are conciliatory at every opp
Because all they want is serenity
Yes, many the swain who has finall

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 conscience now I’ve left behin