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 turtle lives twixt plated deck
Which practically conceal its sex.
I think it clever of the turtle
In such a fix to be so fertile.

Behold the duck.
It does not cluck.
A cluck it lacks.
It quacks.
It is specially fond

The camel has a single hump;
The dromedary, two;
Or else the other way around.
I’m never sure. Are you?

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!

One cantaloupe is ripe and lush,
Another’s green, another’s mush.
I’d buy a lot more cantaloupe
If I possessed a fluoroscope.

The wasp and all his numerous fami
I look upon as a major calamity.
He throws open his nest with prodi
But I distrust his waspitality.

Go hang yourself, you old M.D.!
You shall not sneer at me.
Pick up your hat and stethoscope,
Go wash your mouth with laundry so
I contemplate a joy exquisite

Enter, breath;
Breath, slip out;
Blood, be channeled,
And wind about.
O, blessed breath and blood which

This one is entering her teens,
Ripe for sentimental scenes,
Has picked a gangling unripe male,
Sees herself in a bridal veil,
Presses lips and tosses head,