There once was an umpire whose vision Was cause for abuse and derision He remarked in surprise, 'Why pick on my eyes? It's my heart that dictates my decision.'
I was born a jackdaw; why should I try to be an owl?
But children, hark! Your mother would rather, When you arrived, have been your father.
God in His wisdom made the fly And then forgot to tell us why.
Neath tile or thatch That man is rich Who has a scratch For every itch.
Professional men, they have no cares; whatever happens, they get theirs.