Every Englishman is convinced of one thing, viz.: That to be an Englishman is to belong to the most exclusive club there is.

Winter is the king of showmen, Turning tree stumps into snowmen And houses into birthday cakes And spreading sugar over lakes. Smooth and clean and frosty white, The world looks good enough to bite. That’s the season to be young, Catching snowflakes on your tongue. Snow is snowy when it’s snowing, I’m sorry it’s slushy when it’s going.

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

One rule which woe betides the banker who fails to heed it/Never lend any money to anybody unless they don't need it.

But all ladies think they weigh too much.

This is my dream, It is my own dream, I dreamt it. I dreamt that my hair was kempt. Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it.

The cow is of the bovine ilk: One end is moo, the other, milk.