Bumblebee An engineer examined him, and this is what he said: “The bumblebee can never fly. He’ll end up on his head. He’ll stumble, fumble, and he’ll tumble. He will never fly. His body’s big, his wings too small. It makes me want to cry To hear this stupid bee believes his future’s in the air. He ought to see the fact is that he has no business there.” The bumblebee heard everything. He thought about it, too,
The Great White Shark is seeking dinner
In the deep, blue sea.
I’m glad it isn’t you.
I hope you’re glad it isn’t me.
Who Taught That Mouse To Write?
Who Taught That Mouse To Write? After I retired from radio work, between more ambitious projects I determined to write a piece of doggerel about an animal each morning. Here’s the one that provided the collection with a title. Mouse What IS that noise behind the wall? It sounds like…