Oh the saddest of sights in a world of sin Is the little lost pup with his tail tucked in.
Until the Donkey tried to clear The Fence, he thought himself a Deer.
Porcupine, whom one must Handle, glove'd, May be Respected, but is never Loved.
Active minds that think and study, like swift brooks are seldom muddy.
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.