Category: Poetry

“Now what are you dreaming about?” The teacher asked Billy McCaw “About having a great big house And a million bucks like my pa.” “Your dad hasn’t got a big house, And a million bucks? I doubt it.” “Oh, pa ain’t got a million bucks, But he’s always dreamed about it.”

I sit and stare As my human eats Not because he sometimes Will slip me little treats I sit and stare, Don’t mean to be rude, Just to learn how he keeps His ears out of his food!

Centipedes have one hundred feet, Don’t you think that is kind of neat? An arachnid makes do with eight, Which seems to work out really great. All of the insects each have six With which they do all sorts of tricks. While cows and dogs get by with four And never have a need for […]

Why do you suppose Little Boy Blue turned blue When the cows got into the corn? Do you think, maybe, It had something to do With the way that he blew his horn?

“Just one apple per student,” A sign was placed there to say. In bold print, “God is watching, Put only one on your tray.” Then on the cookie table, A sign painted by the same nun, “A clean plate earns a cookie, But you must take only one.” “Take all the cookies you want,” The […]