A Pest Is A Person

Some Take Their Gold In Minted Mold, And Some In Harps Thereafter, But Give Me Mine In Bubbles Fine And Keep The Change In Laughter.

When I Go Abroad I Always Sail From Boston Because It Is Such A Pleasant Place To Get Away From.

Children, Behold The Chimpanzee: He Sits On The Ancestral Tree From Which We Sprang In Ages Gone.

What Is My Loftiest Ambition? I've Always Wanted To Throw An Egg At An Electric Fan.

I Sometimes Think The Pussy-willows Grey Are Angel Kittens Who Have Lost Their Way, And Every Bulrush On The River Bank A Cat-tail From Some Lovely Cat Astray.