On monday morning Joe went fishing, And came back after tea, Any luck? his mother asked. Not a thing, said he. He tried again on tuesday, But not a fish was landed,
Jennifer Stein was a girlfriend of mine, She was one of the girls at my school, She was smart and wore glasses enjoying her classes, I was scruffy and acted the fool.
It was an average day when the men of the bay, Boarded their boats to set sail, But the harbour mouth where the boats sailed out, Was blocked by a sleeping blue whale.
Little Penny Pimlico, Wasn’t all that tall, She checked her height most every night, And drew upon the wall. Now every week that line would creep, A tiny fraction more,
Look at my big eyes, To help me see at night, Look at my big teeth, All shiny, pearly white, Look at my big ears, Stuck to my big head, Look at my big mouth, That helps to keep me fed,