So once in every year we throng Upon a day apart, to praise the Lord with feast and song in thankfulness of heart.
Amoebas at the start Were not complex; They tore themselves apart And started Sex.
It takes a bee to get the honey out
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.
Porcupine, whom one must Handle, glove'd, May be Respected, but is never Loved.
No true reform has ever come to pass Unchallenged by a liar and an ass.