Geniuses of countless nations
Have told their love for generatio
Till all their memorable phrases
Are common as goldenrod or daisies
Their girls have glimmered like th

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,

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

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

The firefly’s flame
Is something for which science has
I can think of nothing eerier
Than flying around with an unident
person’s posteerier.

In fourteen hundred and ninety-two
Someone sailed the ocean blue.
Somebody borrowed the fare in Spa
For a business trip on the boundin
And to prove to the people, by act

Your hopeless patients will live,
Your healthy patients will die.
I have only this word to give:
Wonder, and find out why

A flea and a fly in a flue
Were imprisoned, so what could the
Said the fly, “let us flee!”
“Let us fly!” said the flea.
So they flew through a flaw in the

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

Any hound a porcupine nudges
Can’t be blamed for harboring grud
I know one hound that laughed all
At a porcupine that sat on a splin