me
To find they'd All been Painted!
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I never saw a PURPLE COW, I never HOPE to see one;
But I can tell you, anyhow, I'd rather SEE than BE one!
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My House is made of Graham Bread,
Except the ceiling 's made of White;
Of Angel Cake I make my Bed;
I eat my Pillow every night!
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I'd rather have Fingers than Toes;
I'd rather have Ears than a Nose;
And as for my Hair,
I'm glad it's all there,
I'll be awfully sad when it goes!
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Now you are what I call a GOOP!
A Co-tangent harmonious Loop
You appear to be facing due South
But O what have you done with your Mouth?
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Many People seem to Think
Plaster o' Paris good to Drink:
Though conducive unto Quiet
I prefer another Diet!
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THE:FLYING:HOUSE
Written and Illustrated by GELETT:BURGESS
O Willie an' Wallie, you better believe,
They had a circus on Christmas Eve
With Huldy Ann an' Pinkie Jane--
The folks imagined they'd went insane!
Them twins had an awfully narrow shave--
They nearly was killt, for they wouldn't behave!
Huldy's a winner! She hatched the scheme
On the day before Christmas; an' that there team--
That Willie an' Wallie--they worked like mad--
You've no idea what a time they had!
'Twas the day before Christmas, at half-past three,
When Huldy she up an' she says, says she:
"You Willie an' Wallie, you go in the yard
An' get that windmill--it won't be hard--
An' bring it an' put it on top of the house,
An' don't make no more noise than a mouse!
'For I know something I won't tell,
Nine little niggers in a peanut shell!'"
Well, the twins they knew when she said that,
Huldy wa' n't talkin' much through her hat.
So they worked an' they tugged for more 'n an hour,
'Till they got that windmill off'n the tower;
An' they hauled it up to the roof with ropes,
Way on the ridgepole, 'tween the slopes.
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They was almost dead, it tired 'em so,
An' Will druv a splinter into his toe!
An' all this time both Pinkie Jane
An' Huldy was workin' with might an' main,
A-shuttin' the doors, an' the windows too,
An' stoppin' up cracks where the leaks come through.
An' when it
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