My mother taught me this little ditty

I like myself, I think I'm grand
When I go to the movies I hold my hand
Put my arm around myself
(and darn if I can remember the last line)

And from the marvelous book "The New Song Fest" to the tune of Old Lang Syne:

The fish, it never cackles 'bout its million eggs or so
The hen is quite a different bird, one egg- and hear her crow
The fish we spurn, but crown the hen, which leads me to surmise
Don't hide your light, but blow your horn, it pays to advertise!

enjoy!
judy