Admitting errors clears the score and proves you wiser than before.

Oh the saddest of sights in a world of sin Is the little lost pup with his tail tucked in.

He who knows what he is told must know a lot of things that are not so.

What one approves , another scorns, And thus his nature each discloses: You find the rosebush full of thorns, I find the thornbush full of roses.

Amoebas at the start Were not complex; They tore themselves apart And started Sex.

So once in every year we throng Upon a day apart, to praise the Lord with feast and song in thankfulness of heart.

Scheme not to make what's Another's your own; Be not a Dog for the sake of a Bone.