He Is So Mean, He Won't Let

Here We Have A Baby. It Is Composed Of A Bald Head And A Pair Of Lungs.

Wynken, Blynken, And Nod One Night Sailed Off In A Wooden Shoe, - Sailed On A River Of Crystal Light Into A Sea Of Dew.

Mr. Clarke Played The King All Evening As Though Under Constant Fear That Someone Else Was About To Play The Ace.

When I Demanded Of My Friend What Viands He Preferred, He Quoth: "a Large Cold Bottle, And A Small Hot Bird!"

All Human Joys Are Swift Of Wing, For Heaven Doth So Allot It; That When You Get An Easy Thing, You Find You Haven't Got It