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Little Wit, issue 5, August 1940
page 4
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Father Gander Insists on a Whole Page Old King Coal Was a jovial soul With his pipe and his fiddlers three; But the new King Oil Keeps the world in a broil, And Mars plays the melody. Ernestine E. Mercer Cuckoo Love Song Come, listen while I sing a song of love; The cuckoo sings unto his drowsy mate; The bullfrogs pipe at evening when the late Sun vanishes from heaven's arch above. My melody, the sweetest ever heard, Whose music make the bullfrog's notes sound pale, Shall sound and wake the echoes in the vale-- I'm just as cuckoo as the cuckoo-bird! Oh, lovely one to whom my song shall rise As high as swallows soaring in the sky Despise me not because I'm stony broke. You are my life; come be my precious prize, And with me to the heights of Dreamland fly Or, like the bullfrog, I will sadly croak. I. L. M. 'Poor Fish' -- Nertz! 'Poor fish!' And why, I'd like to know! Fish get the breaks, I think. Does Fishie, Junior, ever bawl At night, 'I wanna jink!'? Lucy Penn Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater Had a wife but couldn't keep her; Put her in a patty shell-- That keeps chicken very well. E. E. M. 4 July 1940 LITTLE WIT
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Father Gander Insists on a Whole Page Old King Coal Was a jovial soul With his pipe and his fiddlers three; But the new King Oil Keeps the world in a broil, And Mars plays the melody. Ernestine E. Mercer Cuckoo Love Song Come, listen while I sing a song of love; The cuckoo sings unto his drowsy mate; The bullfrogs pipe at evening when the late Sun vanishes from heaven's arch above. My melody, the sweetest ever heard, Whose music make the bullfrog's notes sound pale, Shall sound and wake the echoes in the vale-- I'm just as cuckoo as the cuckoo-bird! Oh, lovely one to whom my song shall rise As high as swallows soaring in the sky Despise me not because I'm stony broke. You are my life; come be my precious prize, And with me to the heights of Dreamland fly Or, like the bullfrog, I will sadly croak. I. L. M. 'Poor Fish' -- Nertz! 'Poor fish!' And why, I'd like to know! Fish get the breaks, I think. Does Fishie, Junior, ever bawl At night, 'I wanna jink!'? Lucy Penn Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater Had a wife but couldn't keep her; Put her in a patty shell-- That keeps chicken very well. E. E. M. 4 July 1940 LITTLE WIT
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