Today is Limerick Day
There was an old man in a tree,
Whose whiskers were lovely to see;
But the birds of the air,
Pluck’d them perfectly bare,
To make themselves nests on that tree.
Whose whiskers were lovely to see;
But the birds of the air,
Pluck’d them perfectly bare,
To make themselves nests on that tree.
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who kept all his wealth in a bucket
till his daughter named Nan
ran away with a man
and as for the bucket Nan took it
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Grandma has a habit
Of chewing in her sleep,
She chews on Grandpa's whiskers,
And she thinks they're shredded wheat !
Oh they're always in the way,
The cows eat them for hay.
They cover the dirt,
On Grandpa's shirt,
They're always in the way.
I'm too old now to remember all the lyrics, but there were more!
That will be today's earworm!
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I have a dear old Grandpa
For whom I nightly pray
He has a set of whiskers
They're always in the way
Oh, they're always in the way
The cows eat them for hay
They hide the dirt on Grandpa's shirt
They're always in the way
My Grandpa was a soldier
He fooled the enemy
He wrapped his whiskers round him
They thought he was a tree
My Grandpa was a swimmer
No bathing suit for him
He tied his whiskers round his waist
And then he dove right in
Grandpa had a strong back
Now it's all caved in
He stepped upon his whiskers
And walked up to his chin
I have a dear old Grandma
She likes his whiskers too
She uses them for dusting
And cleaning out the flue
Grandpa's beard is long and gray
It gets longer every day
Grandma eats it in her sleep
Says it tastes like shredded wheat
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