Why are they sad and glad and bad? I do not know, go ask your dad.
My shoe is off. My foot is cold. I have a bird I like to hold.
You have to be odd to be number one.
Adults are obsolete children.
And that is a story that no one can beat, When I say that I saw it on Mulberry Street.
And this mess is so big And so deep and so tall, We cannot pick it up. There is no way at all!