“If I die,” said the sick man gloomily, “what will become of you and the children?”
“Oh, don’t worry, darling,” replied the little woman. “I’ll soon find somebody to take care of us.”
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No Offense Here, Paddy
An Irishman while on his way to call upon his best girl suddenly caught sight of a beautiful parrot in a nearby tree.
He decided it would be just the present for her. Slowly he drew near the bird and upon reaching one of the highest branches, was just about to grab his prey when the parrot, who had been eyeing him sharply, suddenly squawked, “Well, what do you want?”
Pat withdrew his hand and humbly made answer, “Excuse me. Er—I thought you was a bird.”
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Let’s sing it again: