She Reared Him Herself
Hind the bee belongs to Joan —
A model of the ling’rie kind
And ev’rywhere they go folks talk
About her beautiful bee, Hind
Cowtowing to Nobody
The bull was in a shop in China
Breaking items with impunity
He told the cops there’s nothing finer
Than diplomatic-style immoooonity
Going For a Song
The altos are eagerly drawn to a brawl
The basses are touched and they’re climbing the wall
The trebles see double, they too are a menace
So the choir’s for sale – anybody for tenors?
They’re All Nuts Except Me!
Herman the hermit has purchased a permit
(By post) from a French civil servant called Kermit
He’s building a fence half as high as the Eiffel
And sitting and watching it, armed with a rifle
Do They Kill For Fun?
Rowena Hyena scoffed, “That’s just a rumour
Who says that our species has no sense of humour?
We find death so funny we’re always heard laughing
While bucking or gnuing or even giraffing
There’ll Be a Mad Scramble for Dinner
Humpty Dumpty, showing agility
Jumped up on a wall to parade his virility
He wanted to show off his delectability
To heck with decorum and respectability