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TERRIBLE TIM

Haven’t you heard of Terrible Tim!
Well, don’t you get in the way of him.
He eats lions for breakfast
And leopards for lunch,
And gobbles them down
With one terrible crunch.
He could mix a whole city
All up in a mess,
He could drink up a sea
Or an ocean, I guess.
You’d better be watching for Terrible Tim,
And run when you first get your peepers on him.

WHAT’S THE USE?

“What’s the use,”
Said the goose,
“To swim like a frog,
When you go just as far
If you float on a log?”
“Why should I,”
Said the fly,
“Suck an old apple-core,
When there’s sugar and fruit
In the grocery store?”
“It’s but right,”
Said the kite,
“That I follow the wind.
What’s a fellow to do
If he hasn’t a mind?”
“You’ll allow,”
Said the cow,
“That I’m really no thief,
When I turn all the clover
I steal, into beef.”
“Come again,”
Said the hen,
“On some other fine day.
Don’t think ’cause I cackle
I always must lay.”

ALL ABOARD FOR BOMBAY

All aboard for Bombay,
All aboard for Rome!
Leave your little sisters
And your loving aunts at home.
Bring a bit of bailing wire,
A pocketful of nails,
And half a dozen wiener-wursts
For every man that sails.
Tell Terry Tagg, when you go by,
Be sure to bring his dog.
All aboard for Bombay
On a floating cedar log!