When was ever honey made with one bee in a hive?
Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold!
Boughs are daily rifled By the gusty thieves, And the book of Nature Getteth short of leaves.
The biggest bore of all is he who is overflowing with congratulations
Ben Battle was a soldier bold, and used to war's alarms, But a cannon-ball took off his legs, so he laid down his arms.
Bells are musics laughter.