Beneath this slab John Brown is stowed. He watched the ads, And not the road.

Never befriend the oppressed unless you are prepared to take on the oppressor.

I hope my tongue in prune juice smothers, If I belittle dogs and mothers.

I believe that people believe what they believe they believe.

Neath tile or thatch That man is rich Who has a scratch For every itch.

He without benefit of scruples - His fun and money soon quadruples.

Dogs display reluctance and wrath If you try to give them a bath. They bury bones in hideaways And half the time they trot sideaways.