There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The lush of the river singing morning songs
Fish watch their ceilings turn sun-white.
I made myself a snowball
As perfect as could be.
Man Naturally loves delay, And to procrastinate;
'But that was nothing to what things came out From the sea-caves of Criccieth yonder.'
Someone ate the baby.
It's rather sad to say.
'Twas the dingo pup to his dam that said,
"It's time I worked for my daily bread.
I am writing these poems
From inside a lion,
A trick that everyone abhors In little girls is slamming doors.
Master, this is Thy Servant. He is rising eight weeks old. He is mainly Head and Tummy. His legs are uncontrolled.
I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
Dear Madam, you have seen this play; I never saw it till today.
Thanksgiving dinner's sad and thankless
Christmas dinner's dark and blue
My old mule, He's gota grin on his face.
Through every nook and every cranny
The wind blew in on poor old Granny
O, laugh, laughers!
O, laugh out, laughers!
The Gecko lying on his stone
Is always very much alone,
Philip Le Barr, Was knocked down by a car,
Full a dozen red lips patter:
“Who is going to ride with who?”
You cain't never tell
How far a frog will jump,
I have fought against the poodle with his gory, deadly paws; I have faced the fearsome kitten, wild and bony,
"Who stuffed that white owl?" No one spoke in the shop,
The barber was busy, and he couldn't stop;
[DRAMATIS PERSONAE.
RAFE ROYSTER DOYSTER 2.s
The doctor took my shirt away;
He did it for the best;
And Something white and wavy
Was standing near me in the gloom
GIUSEPPE, da barber, ees greata for "mash,"
He gotta da bigga, da blacka mustache,
The artichoke
With a tender heart
These annual bills! these annual bills!
How many a song their discord trills
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