I am not the pheasant plucker,
I’m the pheasant plucker’s mate.
I am only plucking pheasants
’cause the pheasant plucker’s late.
Sheila is selling her shop at the seashore
For shops at the seashore are so sure to lose
And she’s not so sure of what she should be selling
Should Sheila sell seashells or should she sell shoes
Danny Kaye song, arround
Unique New York, unique New York, unique New York, …
Freshly fried fresh flesh
Sister Suzie sewing shirts for soldiers
Such skill as sewing shirts
Our shy young sister Suzie shows
Some soldiers send epistles
Say they’d rather sleep in thistles
Than the saucy, soft short shirts for soldiers Sister Suzie sews.
How much squash could a sasquatch squish, if a sasquatch could squish squash?
Who holds Joe’s nose when he blows? Joe knows.
She said she should sit.
Two tiny tigers take two taxis to town.
I stood sadly on the silver steps of Burgess’s fish sauce shop, mimicking him hiccuping, and wildly welcoming him within.