Pennywhistle Tune
Fried eggs on a sunny day,
white clouds in the hamper.
Dreamfully dozing dogs,
black kittens scamper.
Dim-witted clock alarm –
nobody’s sleeping!
Morning’s a carousel
dipping and leaping.
See all the ants in line.
What say the roaches?
Beetles go soaring in
shiny black coaches.
School kids may all digress
skipping the sidewalk.
Lawyer may lose his tongue,
judge climb a beanstalk.
Brown eggs and buttercups,
blue-starch the collar.
Moth-wings on sale today,
six pair a dollar.
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