Some people, and it doesn’t matter
Some primal termite knocked on woo
And tasted it, and found it good!
And that is why your Cousin May
Fell through the parlor floor toda
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
To keep your marriage brimming,
With love in the loving cup,
Whenever you’re wrong, admit it;
Whenever you’re right, shut up.
From whence arrived the praying ma
From outer space, or lost Atlanti
glimpse the grin, green metal mug
at masks the pseudo-saintly bug,
Orthopterous, also carnivorous,
And middle age ends
The day your descendents
Outnumber your friends.
Foreigners are people somewhere el
Natives are people at home;
If the place you’re at
Is your habitat,
You’re a foreigner, say in Rome.
Children aren’t happy with nothing
And that’s what parents were creat
In spite of her sniffle,
Some girls with a sniffle
Would be weepy and tiffle;
They would look awful,
The ant has made himself illustrio
Through constant industry industri
Would you be calm and placid,
If you were full of formic acid?