Here we have a baby. It is composed of a bald head and a pair of lungs.
Here we have baby. It is composed of a bald head and a pair of lungs.
But I, when I undress meEach night, upon my kneesWill ask the Lord to bless meWith apple-pie and cheese.
Some statesmen go to Congress and some go to jail. It is the same thing after all.
When I demanded of my friend what viands he preferred He quoth: "A large cold bottle and a small hot bird!"
Father calls me William sister calls me Will Mother calls me Willie but the fellows call me Bill!
All human joys are swift of wing For heaven doth so allot it That when you get an easy thing You find you haven't got it.
