Two frogs fell into a bucket of cream And must paddle to keep afloat; But one soon tired and sank to rest With a gurgling sigh in his throat. The other paddled away all night, And not a croak did he utter, And with the coming of morning light He rode on an island of butter. The flies came thick to his island home And made him a breakfast snappy. The milkmaid shrieked and upset the pail, And froggy hopped away happy. We can all find a moral in this rhyme, And should hasten at once to apply: Success will come in the most difficult time If we paddle and never say die!
“I cannot go to school today," Said little Peggy Ann McKay. “I have the measles and the mumps, A gash, a rash and purple bumps. My mouth is wet, my throat is dry, I’m going blind in my right eye. My tonsils are as big as rocks, I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox And there’s one more--that’s seventeen, And don’t you think my face looks green? My leg is cut--my eyes are blue-- It might be instamatic flu. I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke, I’m sure that my left leg is broke-- My hip hurts when I move my chin, My belly button’s caving in, My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained, My ‘pendix pains each time it rains. My nose is cold, my toes are numb. I have a sliver in my thumb. My neck is stiff, my voice is weak, I hardly whisper when I speak. My tongue is filling up my mouth, I think my hair is falling out. My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight, My temperature is one-o-eight. My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear, There is a hole inside my ear. I have a hangn
A pony goes to see the doctor one day. He says, "Doc, you've got to help me. I've had this terrible sore throat for weeks and I think there must be some badly wrong." The doctor examines him and then reassures him saying, "It's okay, it's nothing serious; you're just a little horse."