But I, When I Undress Me Each

Books Do Actually Consume Air And Exhale Perfumes.

Here We Have A Baby. It Is Composed Of A Bald Head And A Pair Of Lungs.

A Mighty Good Sausage Stuffer Was Spoiled When The Man Became A Poet.

He Is So Mean, He Won't Let His Little Baby Have More Than One Measle At A Time.

Winkin', Blinkin', And Nod, One Night Sailed Off In A Wooden Shoe; Sailed Off On A River Of Crystal Light Into A Sea Of Dew. "where Are You Going And What Do You Wish?" The Old Moon Asked The Three. "we've Come To Fish For The Herring Fish That Live In This Beautiful Sea. Nets Of Silver And Gold Have We," Said Winkin', Blinkin', And Nod.