My uncle ordered popovers from the restaurant's bill of fare. And, when they were served, he regarded them with a penetrating stare. Then he spoke great words of wisdom as he sat there on that chair: "To eat these things," said my uncle, "You must exercise great care. You may swallow down what's solid, but you must spit out the air!" And as you partake of the world's bill of fare, that's darned good advice to follow. Do a lot of spitting out the hot air. And be careful what you swallow.

You're off to Great Places! Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting, So... get on your way!

When at last we are sure, You've been properly pilled, Then a few paper forms, Must be properly filled. So that you and your heirs, May be properly billed.

I learned there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some from behind.

You ought to be thankful a hole heaping lot, for The places and people you're lucky you're not!

Don't grumble! Don't stew! Some critters are much-much, Oh, ever so much-much So muchly much-much more unlucky than you!

I can read in red. I can read in blue. I can read in pickle color too.