A thing of life and joy and duty;
My youth is changed—I live alone,
My views are crossed—my hopes are gone;
My whole is sorrow, grief and woe,
My singing now is all heigh-ho.
A lass (alas).
What affection do landlords most appreciate? Parental (pay-rental).
When day breaks, what becomes of the pieces? They go into mourning (morning).
Why are washerwomen the silliest of women? Because they put out their tubs to catch soft water when it rains hard.
Why is a book like a king? Because it has many pages.