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In May I truly think it best To be a robin lightly dressed concocting soup inside my nest Mix it once, mix it twice Mix that chicken soup with rice -maurice sendak http://duss005.tumblr.com/post/22666234145/in-may-i-truly-think-it-best-to-be-a-robin

From the Walrus and the Carpenter, by Lewis Carroll.

"The time has come," the Walrus said, "To talk of many things: Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--  Of cabbages--and kings--  And why the sea is boiling hot--  And whether pigs have wings."

Whether the weather be fine Or whether the weather be not, Whether the weather be cold Or whether the weather be hot, We'll weather the weather Whatever the weather, Whether we like it or not.

Waiters

Dining with his older daughter

Dad forgot to order water.

So the daughter called called the waiter.

Waiter said he'd bring it later.

So she waited, did the daughter,

For the waiter with the water.

When he poured it for her later,

Which one would you call the waiter?

Mary Ann Hoberman

Whether the weather be fine Or whether the weather be not, Whether the weather be cold <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto,sans-serif; font-size: 17px;">Or whether the weather be hot, <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto,sans-serif; font-size: 17px;">We'll weather the weather <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto,sans-serif; font-size: 17px;">Whatever the weather, <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto,sans-serif; font-size: 17px;">Whether we like it or not.

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto,sans-serif; font-size: 17px;">by Anonymous

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January In January it's so nice While slipping on the sliding ice To sip hot chicken soup with rice Sipping once, sipping twice Sipping chicken soup with rice

February In February it will be My snowman's anniversary With cake for him and soup for me! Happy once, happy twice Happy chicken soup with rice

March In March the wind blows down the door And spills my soup upon the floor It laps it up and roars for more Blowing once, blowing twice Blowing chicken soup with rice

April In April I will go away To far off Spain or old Bombay And dream about hot soup all day Oh, my, oh, once, oh, my, oh, twice Oh, my, oh, chicken soup with rice

May In May I truly think it best To be a robin lightly dressed Concocting soup inside my nest Mix it once, mix it twice Mix that chicken soup with rice

June In June I saw a charming group Of roses all begin to droop I pepped them up with chicken soup! Sprinkle once, sprinkle twice Sprinkle chicken soup with rice

July In July I'll take a peep Into the cool and fishy deep Where chicken soup is selling cheap Selling once, selling twice Selling chicken soup with rice

August In August it will be so hot I will become a cooking pot Cooking soup of course-why not? Cooking once, cooking twice Cooking chicken soup with rice

September In September, for a while I will ride a crocodile Down the chicken soup-y Nile Paddle once, paddle twice Paddle chicken soup with rice

October In October I'll be host To witches, goblins and a ghost I'll serve them chicken soup on toast Whoopy once, whoopy twice Whoopy chicken soup with rice

November In November's gusty gale I will flop my flippy tail And spout hot soup-I'll be a whale! Spouting once, spouting twice Spouting chicken soup with rice

December In December I will be A baubled, bangled Christmas tree With soup bowls draped all over me Merry once, merry twice Merry chicken soup with rice

I told you once, I told you twice All seasons of the year are nice For eating chicken soup with rice

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From the Random House Book of Poetry. Online formatting from
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When I was two, I was nearly new.

When I was three, I was hardly me.

When I was four, I was not much more.

When I was five, I was just alive.

But now I am six, I'm as clever as clever.

So I think I'll be six now and forever. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline;">Wait! Now I am seven, <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline;">So I am in heaven, <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline;">Eight, nine, ten, eleven! || <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline;">In January it's so nice, <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline;">While slipping on the sliding ice, <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline;">To sip hot chicken soup with rice, <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline;">Sipping once, <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline;">Sipping twice, <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline;">Sipping chicken soup with rice ||  ||
 * <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline;">January

by Jack Prelutsky

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