The reverend Henry Ward Beecher called the hen a most elegant creature, the hen pleased with that laid an egg in his hat, and thus did the hen reward beecher.

There was a young man from St. Clair Having his girl on the stair On the 44th stroke The banister broke So he finished her off in midair.

The da dada dada of Bings Talked about God and such things But his secret desire Was a boy in the choir With a bottom like jelly on springs.

I forget what the dada words are.

I'd rather have fingers than toes, I'd rather have ears than a nose but as for my hair I'm glad its still there I'll be awfully sad when it goes.

I wish that my room had a floor, I don't care so much for a door, but this walking around without touching the ground, is getting to be quite a bore.

ENOUGH!!!