One thing that literature would be
Would be a more restricted employm
metaphor.
Authors of all races, be they Gre
Can’t seem just to say that anythi

It is common knowledge to every sc
That all sin is divided into two p
One kind of sin is called a sin of
And it is what you are doing when
And the other kind of sin is just

Peekabo, I Almost See You
Middle-aged life is merry, and I
But there comes a day when your ey
And your friends get jocular, so y
And of all your friends he is the

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

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

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

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 an office at 244 Madison
And say to myself You have a resp
Why then do you fritter away your
If you have a sore throat you can
If you have a sore foot you can ge

Behold the hippopotamus!
We laugh at how he looks to us,
And yet in moments dank and grim,
I wonder how we look to him.
Peace, peace, thou hippopotamus!

Children aren’t happy with nothing
And that’s what parents were creat