A MOUSE, A CAT, AND AN IRISH BULL
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A LITTLE mouse nibbled a Limburger cheese, And back to his bedchamber stole, Whence never again was he destined to squeeze, For the smell was too large for the hole. And a Pussy Cat, passing, instinctively stood; For her appetite urged her to try it; But she answered her stomach that grumbled for food, "I should die if I lived on such diet." |
THE SAME WITH A DIFFERENCE
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WHEN first they wed he was a sing-er, And much delight his songs did bring her; But nowadays he proves a sin-ger, And makes it hot for her as ginger. |