Did you hear what happened between the cook and the onion? I think there was a fight. It got a little dicey and tears were shed.
I recently heard on the news that due to newly detected fungus infection in the onions, the government was recalling all the recent packages of the vegetables. Despite being a farmer, I had no tears to shed over this.
A dog and his bone was on the roam, Where can I find this bone a home? Will I bury it next to the tree? No, too easy for others to see.
What about next to the garden shed? Maybe in the middle of the garden bed, Behind the sty where the pigs all are, What about somewhere right away far.
I think I know what I will do, I'll just sit down and have a chew, Tomorrow will be another new day, I'll find a spot then for the bone to stay.
Mother doesn’t want a dog. Mother says they smell, And never sit when you say sit, Or even when you yell. When you come home late at night And there is ice and snow, You have to go back ou because The dumb dog has to go. Mother doesn’t wat a dog. Mother says they shed, And always let the strangers in And bark at friends instead They do disgraceful things on rugs, And track mud on the floor, And flop upon your bed at night And snore their doggy snore. Mother doesn’t want a dog. She’s making a mistake. Because, more than a dog, I think She will not want this snake.