When grandparents enter the door, discipline flies out the window.
They take the paper and they read the headlines. So they've heard of unemployment and they've heard of bread-lines. And they philanthropically cure them all by getting up a costume charity ball.
How Sunday into Monday melts!
When I ponder my mind I consistently find It is glued On food.
He without benefit of scruples - His fun and money soon quadruples.
Tonight's December thirty-first, something is about to burst. The clock is crouching, dark and small, like a time bomb in the hall. Hark, it's midnight, children dear. Duck! Here comes another year!