Hear, hear, they’re drawing near!
Just hark to the tramp of feet!
So haste about, set tables out,
And get them food to eat.
Run, run, the turkey’s done!
I hope it is nicely dressed,
For those who shirk and will not work
Are sure to want the best.
There Was an Old Woman
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.
She had so many children she didn’t know what to do;
She gave them some broth without any bread;
She whipped them all soundly, and put them to bed.
from a drawing by p. vinton brown