Six sick hicks nick six slick bricks with picks and sticks.
Why do you cry, Willy?
Why do you cry?
Why, Willy?
Why, Willy?
Why, Willy? Why?
Many mumbling mice are making merry music in the moonlight.
Thirty-three thousand people think that Thursday is their thirtieth birthday.
Shave a single shingle thin.
The great Greek grape growers grow great Greek grapes.
A loyal warrior will rarely worry why we rule.
Six sick hicks nick six slick bricks with picks and sticks.
How many snacks could a snack stacker stack, if a snack stacker snacked stacked snacks?
How much pot, could a pot roast roast, if a pot roast could roast pot.
I thought a thought.
But the thought I thought
Wasn’t the thought I thought I thought.
If the thought I thought I thought,
Had been the thought I thought,
I wouldn’t have thought I thought.
Sheena leads, Sheila needs.
Elizabeth has eleven elves in her elm tree.
The ruddy widow really wants ripe watermelon and red roses when winter arrives.
If two witches were watching two watches: which witch would watch which watch?
One-one was a race horse. Two-two was one too. One-one won one race. Two-two won one too.
Yally Bally had a jolly golliwog. Feeling folly, Yally Bally Bought his jolly golli' a dollie made of holly! The golli', feeling jolly, named the holly dollie, Polly. So Yally Bally's jolly golli's holly dollie Polly's also jolly!
The big black bug bit the big black bear,
but the big black bear bit the big black bug back!
As one black bug, bled blue, black blood. The other black bug bled blue.
She sold six shabby sheared sheep on ship.
Rory’s lawn rake rarely rakes really right.
I'm a sock cutter and I cut socks.
I'm a sock cutter and I cut socks.
I'm a sock cutter and I cut socks.
If coloured caterpillars could change their colours constantly could they keep their coloured coat coloured properly?
Send toast to ten tense stout saints’ ten tall tents.
It's a nice night for a white rice fight.
Big black bugs bleed blue black blood but baby black bugs bleed blue blood.
Does your sport shop stock short socks with spots?
How many sheets could a sheet slitter slit if a sheet slitter could slit sheets?
Gobbling gargoyles gobbled gobbling goblins.
It's not the cough that carries you off,
it's the coffin they carry you off in!
Pad kid poured curd pulled cod.
One smart fellow, he felt smart.
Two smart fellows, they felt smart.
Three smart fellows, they felt smart.
Four smart fellows, they felt smart.
Five smart fellows, they felt smart.
Six smart fellows, they felt smart.
One-one was a race horse.
Two-two was one too.
One-one won one race.
Two-two won one too.
Picky people pick Peter Pan Peanut-Butter, 'tis the peanut-butter picky people pick.
I slit a sheet, a sheet I slit, upon a slitted sheet I sit.
Rory the warrior and Roger the worrier were reared wrongly in a rural brewery.
Susie works in a shoeshine shop. Where she shines she sits, and where she sits she shines.
Mary Mac's mother's making Mary Mac marry me.
My mother's making me marry Mary Mac.
Will I always be so Merry when Mary's taking care of me?
Will I always be so merry when I marry Mary Mac?
Can you can a canned can into an un-canned can like a canner can can a canned can into an un-canned can?
Double bubble gum, bubbles double
Brisk brave brigadiers brandished broad bright blades, blunderbusses, and bludgeons—balancing them badly.
Busy buzzing bumble bees.
Yellow butter, purple jelly, red jam, black bread.
Spread it thick, say it quick!
Yellow butter, purple jelly, red jam, black bread.
Spread it thicker, say it quicker!
Yellow butter, purple jelly, red jam, black bread.
Don’t eat with your mouth full!
Roberta ran rings around the Roman ruins.
Bobby Bippy bought a bat.
Bobby Bippy bought a ball.
With his bat Bob banged the ball
Banged it bump against the wall
But so boldly Bobby banged it
That he burst his rubber ball
"Boo!" cried Bobby
Bad luck ball
Bad luck Bobby, bad luck ball
Now to drown his many troubles
Bobby Bippy's blowing bubbles.
Purple paper people, purple paper people, purple paper people.
Octopus ocular optics.
Pad kid poured curd pulled cold.
Birdie birdie in the sky laid a turdie in my eye.
If cows could fly I'd have a cow pie in my eye.
Something in a thirty-acre thermal thicket of thorns and thistles thumped and thundered threatening the three-D thoughts of Matthew the thug - although, theatrically, it was only the thirteen-thousand thistles and thorns through the underneath of his thigh that the thirty year old thug thought of that morning.
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