25. A CHARADE
My whole may be a mother, not a dad,
So former may, or latter;
But twist my tail, and I become as mad
As any hatter!
Behead me, and behold I am a man,
Who never was called mister;
Cut off my tail, and instantly I can
Become a sister!
My whole may be a mother, not a dad,
So former may, or latter;
But twist my tail, and I become as mad
As any hatter!
Behead me, and behold I am a man,
Who never was called mister;
Cut off my tail, and instantly I can
Become a sister!