Amidst the mists and coldest frosts,
with stoutest wrists and loudest boasts,
he thrusts his fists against the posts
and still insists he sees the ghosts.
“Aha,” she jumped up and said,
“I’ll bet you thought I’d drowned.”
What a rotten sense of humor,
Has my sweetheart Jenny Brown.
Birdie Birdie in the sky,
Dropped some whitewash in my eye,
I’m a big girl, I won’t cry,
Gee I’m glad that cows can’t fly.
Washington washed Washington’s wash
While Washington waited for Wilson