The cow's a gentle, patient soul, With milk she fills the flowing…

In this mechanic age the skunk Inspires no terror — he's the bunk; For people in cars, Returning from bars, Quite frequently flatten the skunk.

The sacred ape, now, children, see. He's searching for the modest flea. If he should turn around we'd find He has no hair on his behind.

And here’s the happy, bounding flea — You cannot tell the he from she. The sexes look alike, you see; But she can tell, and so can he.

The plural of goose is geese, But the plural of moose ain't meese, And the plural of noose ain't neese, But the plural of goose — is geese.

Now, children, you must never laugh At the stately tall giraffe. She's sensitive, as you can tell; But, my dears, she kicks like hell!

The little penguins look alike Even as Ike resembles Mike. They are so gentle and so nice God keeps these little birds on ice.